I Look at the Mirror Reflecting the Back of Me

I am changing...

from bitter, destructive, angry...

to compassionate, creative-love, and joyful,

From Mahada-phobe,

to Islamo-philia...

as my personal associations with these are wrong and ill,

Hatred spew hatred in an over-used cycle...

I love my man, I love my Sisters, I love my Mother,

How can I love Ruach?

If not hate clings?

I came with the sun, moon, stars, and all...

And I shall go along with them...

As when the final dissolution happens.