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
