something peaks
piques the garden's interest
and intrigues my
fireflying whispers
of gold
surely one with the brilliant
sun of life
giving power
to all who receive
with arms wide
abandoning the shadows
in favor of truth
tell me
what do you see in me?
you see yourself
for we are all the same
the fall comes late here as i sit with pricks of insecurities salting my thoughts too sharply. the taste (its potency) blazes over every spice of life and numbs reception to all other flavors. God, ea
gently softly fixed we cry stagnant in our offering the way is blocked is fogged over by insert what you will trigger release remembrance the gaze of Light into disheveled corners where any which way
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be