Wish for the flowing
The guiding principle
Flourishing wildly
Over stones and through reeds.
Look for the budding
The guide, the gift
Expressing itself
Throughout, within.
Feel as it builds
Coming about
Not lost in abundance
Welcomed as one.
Can one day your abundance touch me?
Truth like lightening bolts
Thrown from Zeus himself.
And my eyes shall see openings
From whence your sail shall catch wind,
Pulling me towards ancient speed
Roaring in fierce aftermath
Abundantly striking me free.
Inverted extramere
I shall not turn my eye,
Though wrath of the God shall torture me
For it is in his kingdom
You shall dare set me free.
And in my deepest of layers
– Of which only then permit me sight,
It has always been mine blindness –
Call on me to share.
Read me like I am all here,
Nor leave me without all signs.
There I sit in mine throne
Stretched in abundance and call,
Laid bare as shown Virgil
And my heart reigned for thy lightening bolt
Sight into thine eyes.
I don’t want to explore your heart,
I don’t want to balance the abundance of the universe
Upon two lovely chakras and deep kiss.
No one wants to be this alive.
Life, as alive, blooms in bounty
Interpolating yesterdays and tomorrows
Until far away lands caress.
Throw me away long glances.
There will be no answered questions.
I will not be your root cause.