A flower is a gift
It is protection
Reflection, an unseen jurisdiction
A mask, and an illusion
It is simple, and in some instances,
Medicine
I call upon the flowers
I speak to the petals
I ask them for guidance
I treat them like angels
They are my greatest teachers
Lovers, and friends
They are the most beautiful piece of my imagination
Sacred geometic patterns locked in a single shape
They helped me open my eyes, and open a gate
Multiple moments parallel to each other
Instances that align and bring us together
Blooming ripples that flow like a river
Creating a world that is sacred and silver
Forget about karmatic gold and the gods that lost the heat
Open your eyes to idea of prosperity
Green grass and significant botanics
Trees and leaves and our ancestors of Atlantis
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
A flower is a gift
It is protection
Reflection, an unseen jurisdiction
A mask, and an illusion
It is simple, and in some instances,
Medicine
I call upon the flowers
I speak to the petals
I ask them for guidance
I treat them like angels
They are my greatest teachers
Lovers, and friends
They are the most beautiful piece of my imagination
Sacred geometic patterns locked in a single shape
They helped me open my eyes, and open a gate
Multiple moments parallel to each other
Instances that align and bring us together
Blooming ripples that flow like a river
Creating a world that is sacred and silver
Forget about karmatic gold and the gods that lost the heat
Open your eyes to idea of prosperity
Green grass and significant botanics
Trees and leaves and our ancestors of Atlantis
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