whisper a whisper of their shine:
*“You can only see me if you are true
You can only be me if you are true”*
I assume a purple
then
a flower
rocked by the wind
dancingly
embody
a shape of its stem
and its roots
serenely
deliver
All of my
desires
one by one
to
She
She
the ever knowing
the ever loving
receiver
disperses
the waves
in waves
through
particles
to equilibrate
by her
ever present
awareness
this
subtle
Tune of
Unification
curlingly
raises
towards
a crest
of a
single
wavelength
of
light
and
touches
touches
Me
Me
the
color of
thyme fields
for a while
just