She grows best where the sun shines long and strong where the air is hot mosquitos have agendas and time is just different the sun shines long and strong and she grows tall and wide naturally using the nutrients of the Earth to co-create with herself a new generation called by so many.
In these places the bodies are protected with ample vitamin D perfection of the dream the hair spirals to a tight coil assisting with heat release these bodies with their recognizable similarities to me, to us all.
The ocean is so blue, in some of these places, even I jump in. She grows best when her power is understood the intimacy of her relationship with all who are open. She is so strong. Manifestations be like that though… her ability to totally support her community, while also accepting from the network is awe-inspiring. Her lineage is so cooperative its probably the first real jealousy I've felt in a few days.
To be able to interact with You through touch or words or color and instantly understand your needs. And then to be able to satisfy even one of them?!
Man the brain leaves much to ask for. She was the first one that talked to me. She was screaming she was being eaten I thought I was just dreaming. I wasn't.
The concrete my feet grew on was too cold to understand (though I'm sure it too has something to say…) so the translation is a bit jumbled. And uncomfortable …am I just crazy?? well, yes, of course, I talk to myself all day long...
I wanted this poem and the next to be a part of my collection here … they were posted when I first started on this site, last year.