We are not so separate as these words that we use to define us.
when we take hands inside with smiling heart,
Two hearts spinning are only selfless reflection
one mirror
two hearts looking from opposite sides.
Timeless reflection in you
of a mystery that in my own beauties face.
Pharamones that defy my power my reason and my right to decide.
I disappear in a twinkle reborn into faith in a love dance, a unity
truth like a sting of pearls align in invisible insight.
Invisible sun of spirit
provider, dreamer of dreams,
creator.
we who dream our selves real,
dreaming flowers smelling our own beauty.
We are as different as places, movies, tastes, and sounds.
I am not creating this so why do I defend what I don't own?
Why do I believe I have to?
Am I afraid I will disappear in all this beauty without control?
My ego wants me to believe it is my reality
not this magic of living creation,
not this flower of God's heart strings.
Only my heart knows what it is to be a flower.
God's sun of heart,
Seeing from each eye,
dancing fire in each emotion.
(June 2,2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem