gently yield a fragrance of delicacy
when i walk into the slightly too warm room
i remember
how they came to be
in the desert heat, a blossom
it reminds me of the heart
opening;
yielding to it's nature
an embrace,
a petal,
my smile.
Poetry and writing from the different levels of our consciousness, with the intention of finding our way home to source.
1 comment:
beautiful!!!
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