as nature herself would, you

sit at your power spot open

as a birthing womb.

you float out of yourself and

witness from above.

that precious little girl handing

it over to that immeasurably

beautiful woman.

birds are dying to land on you,

but scare at the last moment

as you adjust your position...

on what the future may hold.

in the throes of an empath's

kriyas, you spill the cup so the

earth may drink.

the petals of your consideration

can cut a diamond's...reflection,

refraction and dispersion.

that ennobled kingdom that dances

around you, an aura someone of

like aura is fusing with.