Open my eyes. Devise. Device. Advice.
Truth… I call to You, ADVISE ME!
So many avenues of thinking. Demanding…
Find me breathing, uncompromising… waiting,
for the one that comes on a warm breeze.
With ease. Peace. No low-hanging fruits from me.
Only laws of the highest speaking, find sanctuary.
Light. Bending. Mending all things. This is prosperity to me.
And kindness, doesn’t meddle with niceness.
No mixing mold with mettle, see?
Niceties, sugar-coated insecurities. Blending unsightly.
Fakeries, if we speak honestly, and falsities aren’t nice, to me.
Say what you think, or don’t speak…
these are the options Little B.
See, this reality is about finding what suits me.
So I might better know myself, completely.
Its face is a needle. And I, the eye…
I pass through lest I be sewn askew…
Which inevitably I do, left to my own devices; destructive.
Strewn, blewn, The Asking… and light comes in swinging softly.
Mighty reconnaissance, swift, the rescue; then reconstructing ensues,
Super glue everlasting. Grafted eternally.
Always the solid ground beneath your feet,
though you walk through valleys of defeat…
It’s me you will marry, and I’ll come with dancing.
This is how you will know me, I lead you perfectly.
Alchemically, a new chemistry cultivating between,
sparking, heat from nothing. Painting, knowing…
even thoughts are things. An Architect; building.
And so find everything at our feet.
Dual in thinking, poles meet.
You follow beautifully and at perfect peace.
It’s my dream… My heart’s desire; deep.
It’s the only way to play in harmony, my little tune,
I made you to fit me... Unadulterated Love…
Something above my comprehension currently.
Find me submitting, becoming whatever comes to me.
My little tree, I see you, for me… I am and so you will be.
I see through the lens given me, and so my intuition feeds.
Everything. Even in nothing, no longer hungry,
manna that sustains. Otherworldly.
Can’t see it upside down… do a one-eighty,
Then find me. Waiting divinely… Rest; Assured.