entering the eye of the storm
Heart seeds constant swirling
establishing a point of contact
remembering the void
the question mark
empty, fragile, longing
as in death
as in birth
as in your great mothers body
always asking
your true self
her child
ever filling the voids
with lights essence
the gift you’ve always been.
•
Scientific certainty uncoils
as hearts longing establishing
trials of dissolution
a gateway
riding on the back of giant cobra
SHE a newborn
a pinprick in the eye of the storm
the iris on your planetary
eye of remembrance.
To pay reverence to one
such as yourself
only establishing it’s essence
from the seed of humanity
in which you’ve been planted.
your path shall never be in vane.
On the shores of my renewing ocean
our lips shall meet again.
•
There is an incorruptible source,
where adds are not constantly
vying for your attention.
Divine Technology
