In becoming I cherish fire,
lighting my path of Divine desire.
For new paradigms within me churning,
I see stars ahead like candles, infinite burning.

I began with red pencil filling my body with these lines,
Roots running down my torso until out my head the flowering vines.
The ruddy curves turn to random colors,
Art from myself and for no others.

Yes, there is the fear, the agony building a sepulcher for me.
Yet love and peace in this mystery, my choice the conscious alchemy.

What was rape and taking, my magic turns to awakening.
Lift your head, the time is Now - Arise!

01/08/2015

Posted on 01/09/2015
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