The Pull Of Divinity

She said, "You like 'em broken." I couldn't disagree. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," she added, laughing in that Seinfeld way. Pulling it all together, roving within my thoughts, the reality of the truth of her statement paves the way for a greater acceptance for the way that I am. Drawn to the subtle nuances of individual complexities, I follow the pull of  Divinity within. It speaks in quiet whispers beneath the din of conversation. It taps its own rhythm as a back beat and holds my attention to the details easily missed by others who pass by The Broken. And I know why I like 'em broken. I know why I am compelled to completion by the window of opportunities that I cannot, will not, deny myself. I know why I return there, to those places others might shy away from. I know why, for there is more there to be divulged, unearthed, treasured, kept and remembered. For from The Broken come The Strong. From The Broken come The Brave. From The Broken come The Brilliant....sometimes. Sometimes. When those Sometimes coalesce they beome the  moments worth waiting for; the Moments when Energy and Divinity Mingle and Merge, become synergy...become breath and life and dreams come to fruition. From within the Pull of Divinity, The Broken sparkle prisms of eloquence through shards of light splayed, refracted, remarkable. From within the Pull of Divinity, Divinity speaks without words, thrumming and humming like music, felt from a central core that is Knowing. From within the Pull of Divinity quiet whispers become the answers to the questions we may never ask.


She said, "You like 'em Broken." I couldn't disagree.