The Seed in Bloom
So many thoughts of me loving you,
Seeing, I do, inviting, coming through.
Speaking to the guides for more wisdom inside,
Willingly wielding my words as light complied.
Reveling in my eternal mother’s beauty in sight,
Like a seed opening, nurtured in and by the night.
Ready in the womb, loved and embraced,
Its question, "Who am I?"—a journey or a race.
To beg the idea grow, where shall it go? Up into sky.
Seeing the end in beginning, knowing like being flow.
Attracting, instinctual, spiritual atom way,
Speaking to matter, the present’s soft play.
In my moment enjoying time,
Looking sparking shaping the world, in rhythm, and rhyme.
Abundantly, wonderfully great as can be,
The I in you, reflecting the love in me.
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