Break cover

A veiled moonrise sent me home, and I left the scene a bit breathless and shaky. After a few years of practicing self-denial, I'm beginning to toy with self-control, and in the process pieces of flagrant energy are skipping about unexpectedly. What is a part of me I want to be an honest part, not simply a suppressed tremor, and the experience of sorting it out can be rather startling after such strict internal cloister. Looking back, though, I value the journey through either, or and could wish that many more could experience it, then move on. As Spring weaves back and forth toward realization, I'm sorting through the seeds I wish to sow, and new life is pulsing through my fingertips.