Blossom
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1 min readMar 27, 2019
I long to know
The one who is unknowable
The one who is formless
From which all beauty
Manifests
I long to hear the sound
Of sweet melody
From the one which resides in silence
At that point in creation
Between an idea and its realization
The cusp is where I long to be
To run to the safety of the one
In whose protective arms
I can blossom and play