YOU MAKE MY DEMONS DANCE

When they come,
all armed to the teeth
with their shields of defence –

thank you for reminding me
what I am.

When they're all ready for attack
with their harsh means of control –

thank you for reminding me
where I come from.

When they come in full force
with their resistance –

thank you for subduing them,
one by one.

They don't stand a chance
In the presence of love.

Their shields start dropping,
weapons melting...

So they begin dancing their
dance of defeat.

Triumph of their own demise
within continuance of what is...

Of what always was,
of what can never ever not be.