Saturday, November 5, 2016

To Be Fair





I feel myself the tree
From the root growing up
Thru me

I am birthing my silver angel offspring 
From an embryonic third eye
The sparkling Diamond 

I rise into my high self
At the tree tops
Where my mother 
The golden dragon 
Waits
To take me to a perspective where I can see 

My angel baby is tending to the connectivity of things 
My realm
Caring for the silken strings between each of us
Our trees 

Everything in my awareness is here in bright space 
a soft Honey gold 
But Nothing else 

I am returning to my treetop now
Where my angel is kneeling 
Handing me the keys with open palms 

And I am giving 
from my heart 
The Beauty that Love brings

Flowers pink swirl around
Elohim 
To create . .

Features like the rose 
Like honey 

To be Fair