What grows now in your heart where Golden seeds were spun
Do you sing now with the birds
With the bees
Do you buzz and hum ~
What grows now in your heart
When you sing that honey tune
Burning more than you consume and
Holding space for Fun ::
Her big band blasting a brassy Hue
Or keeping rhythm on the spoons
She would tousle your hair
She would Dance on the air beneath you and nuzzle your nose
Oh Darling ~
She would look deep into your eyes like only she knows
Do you feel now the seed sound I sung into your heart
Do you remember the recipe of pure prana & sacred song
Our art ~
Behold the Ingredients of pure & precious gold ::
Higher Love & Intelligence-food
Concentration & Grace too ~
Subtle Magicke inspired by you
Your own spore or Maybe a cosmic microbe ~ a flower lighted upon your nose
Space dust kicked up under your feet
And breathed in
That's Pollen for the empty-pocketed, my Love
and Palm leaves too brimming full of our own homemade honey dew..
~ I love you~ cannot nearly compare with the Trust
That soothes us
The Peridot moon dust
Or the sprinkles of stars
That float like dragonflies from your hair
When I dare to say
I trust you to be there
for me
when I am alone Or scared
Or just need
To gaze upon something beautiful for a change
The look on your face when the veils grow thin
Those tiny traces in
Your expression when
Things start to look like the warped view
The speed of light will do
That
to
us . .
Love is True
But trust is why I love you
And that is why, Love, I keep entrusting To You little 'vestments from my heart
That sacred & spacious part of me that will keep on feeding you
So long as you keep on keeping us in tune with Who we really are
What grows there in your Chest
Beneath that blazoning rainbow vestment
And the waveforms crashing out your hands
Rippling Through Time
Traveling the earth and the divine beyond wanderings
Vibrating And window-Breaking barriers down
rocking bedrocks in & around my own sacred foundation
Quaking and compressing me to expand my view
With your power
Red rivers breaking at the hour of the full moon
Now in tune with nature
Her Rapture is you and from the Palm of my own leafy hand finally
a Rose ~~^@
Pure & precious gold
The essence of something Olde and Nothing new
at Once
Extracts from tropical lands
and Luminous lunar light foods that feed the Band
What grows now from that Golden seed we spun ~
Do I sing now your song
Do I buzz and hum