The Seed in Bloom

 


So many thoughts of me loving you,

Seeing I do inviting coming through,
 
Speaking to the guides for some wisdom inside,

Willingly wielding my words being light,

Unveiling the eternal mothers essence in beauty first sight.

Like a seed opening to bloom,

Nurtured, loved, ready in the womb.

When does it ask the question who am I?

Yet to beg the idea to grow, where will it go?

See the end at the beginning and flowing like you know.

attracting and using my instinctual spiritual atom,

Have a say and speaking to the matter,

Bring into mind at this moment and time,

Your spark for the world in the I to see,

How abundantly, wonderfully great, you made for me. 

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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