her divine being is ever-present
taking a bite out of the night sky
eating up the light of the stars
This all-consuming something.
it must get out.
the more present
the more still
flourishing there in the nothingness
Revealing itself as color
light is color
the slowness of blue
the patience of purple
Her art is the only way out
it is the only access to divine
He called her there.
He showed her once more for the very first time.
His Light = the light living inside her
She sparkles from within
and then she opens
full from the light that is aching to get out.