Savour your scent nectar Stay with me and the wisdom
I thought my aura left you my eyes, my voice, my face, Observing caught between cracks of silent speech You continue to recall me Since we first met I was not once taken out of your memory for a moment you became stronger more defined in my absence the temporary cannot make a sacrifice it will not later claim
We dropped the knife The bond already came
A Butterfly’s Eternity is born out of the source of all inner fulfillment It cares not what the flower speaks, but what the vision states in the back of its wings mid flight In a state away from its side of the garden It keeps on
Reminded of love for what it does everyday to find the flower Remembering its why
The stillness of its knowing brings in the creative resilience Even on rose’s alien stem
We dropped the knife. Remember? You can move mountains with the greatest thorn. You can do this.
I am in low power when I need to research, plan, and take charge then in high power when I need to be on the world's stage execute but also stay silent. Both shifts are a balance between them that enables one to achieve a purposeful journey of love and life.