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.