Nourished by the dark fertile depth of mystical being,
my soul flower blooms –
many-layered, awake, magnificent, unfolding, infused, ever-growing.
Dew sparkles on pink and white petals,
fingerprints from beyond.
Its presence distracts me from worldly matters
seeking to translate my entire life in divinity.
Each day I awaken a new revelation,
each night sepals close around me in sacred embrace
and Heaven leaks into my dreams.
In the flush of transcendent consciousness,
I shed old petals for new.
May death be the most beautiful blossom of all.
for a free, consciousness-changing poem, each week. The mystical world is just beyond your thoughts!