The golden chalice, containing all matters of beauty…
inner fire in secret burning, self-regenerating.
Learning and dancing, consuming all given, gratefully.
The Sun on my sleeve, my moon nestled into me.
A portal between, find me seated, rested and preening,
on a balancing beam. Earning stripes, but never defeated.
Milky twilight, and dawning sunshine,
unified between my fingertips collecting each.
Circuits unite to complete the bonding,
fused to my being finding it beautiful.
Same beat, a white rose, the lily of the valley.
The red tincture rising. Yawning awake,
Water flow softening, consumes the saline swiftness.
Wisdom and purity, from willful, fearful
and tainted, torn, to reborn. A red lion.
The highest emergest from the lowest in each.
Deepening the healing ability,
Nurture internal tapestries,
perfecting softness by moonlight.
A beautiful mystery ever unfolding for me.
Ever conceiving new blessings and beauty.
Until my outside matches the garden I keep.
A dance between light and dark in me.
Reflective and expansive, maintain
the fire in me, keep it ever awake
as I dance ever deeper into the dream.
Becoming ever more and less of all things,
Experiencing, tastes developing,
show me your favorite colors, scents, sights, and sounds.
Fill my view with your wonderful delicacies daily.
I want to love what you love for me.