F l o w e r s a r e t h e m o s t B e a u t i f u l
I n f o r m s, c o l o u r s and E s s e n c e s
Galaxies Even rarer
Fleur of cosmic Space
Threads of our dreamy dust
Embraced in no time we drift
E n d l e s s l y
Intimate Polarities Sacred Pollienation
W o m e n are Rare Flowers
M e n Create~d: for Us
What's pure & divine?
An early morning sunrise,
Sun peeking through the trees,
Darkness giving way to the bright,
Observing the sky turn yellow from gray,
Birds singing welcome to the new day,
Listening what these early hours say.
Wound me with tenderness
as I embrace Your living flame of love.
Burn away my fears and self-pity
that holds me back from being
consumed by the flames of Your love.
Ignite the hearth of my own heart,
so I may share Your living flame
with tenderness to spread the flame of divine life.
Melt away my insecurities and dishonesty, so
I can stand before You as a living flame burning
wildly to embrace everything as a gift from You.
She sees the beauty, the love, the chaos, the mystery of life.
She sees it clearly
& she reflects it in herself.
She is the beauty, the love, the chaos, the mystery of life.
She sees the earth for all its worth and she reflects that in herself.
She is a divine creator.
She ten folds everything she touches.
She was made from love.
She was made to love.
She is a vast & ever-changing sea of emotions, thoughts, & energies.
She has the universe inside of her.
She has the earth all ways to guide her.
She is golden.
She is light.
She is all.
She is I.
She is a wounded goddess
who loves so deeply
that she was rejected
time and time again
What could make her see
The light that she holds?
This wounded goddess,
she is a Master of the Divine
Shaping this world
and many others
When you meet her,
look deep into her eyes and
awaken her soul
Your reward will be substantial
Come illumine my soul in ineffable ways.
Be receptive to the light my coy soul ere you sway,
For Ruffled respulsive is the vital
Guarding the hallway.
Come illumine my soul in ineffable ways
For I must serve the divine
Pure resolute,myriad ways.
I am up at night
sending my prayers to anonymous strangers
because maybe they have the answers
maybe not the ones I want, but the ones I need
there is something beautiful about them
human blank canvases
potential for beauty
comedy or interest
their nameless faces
playing on the projector of my mind’s eye
the closest I have come to finding God