Blooming
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
Words are not forthcoming
Feelings piercing into the dark caverns of my essence
Treading silently on the crackling leaves
Old skins shearing around me
Witnessing the bridge to the light from the obsidian
An aperture into the cocoon of my heart
Patiently blossoming
Like a flower petal by petal, softly, gently
Opening to allow the rays of sunlight to reveal its delicate, unique pistils
Receiving the nectar of Source emblazing, igniting freely the magic Grounding it into the magnetic density of the Earth
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