Sophia - Gnostic Poem of Self

in her name
in her vein
self flows
like its meant to

i neednt say
she is the rain
that falls
upon my window

i think of her
as i fall asleep
and as i come to wake

she is self
less parts of me
i am giving
what she takes

no more
no less
of me
or her
is left to be
confused

when mind
and body
meld as one
it is two
fused

finding her name
feeling self
coarse through
your veins

she is a smile
a gust of wind
a sunny summer day

she is the
perfect silence
when i've nothing to say