thyme fields

whisper a whisper of their shine:

“You can only see me if you are true
You can only be me if you are true”

I assume a purple
then

a flower

rocked by the wind

dancingly
embody

a shape of its stem

and its roots

serenely
deliver

All of my

desires

one by one

to
She

She
the ever knowing
the ever loving
receiver

disperses
the waves

in waves

through
particles

to equilibrate

by her
ever present
awareness

this
subtle

Tune of
Unification

curlingly
raises
towards
a crest

of a
single
wavelength

of
light

and
touches

touches
Me

Me

the
color of
thyme fields

for a while
just

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s