He said to me in the game of time
With all this grace, oh you so divine.
With all his passion, to make it happen
He got lost in compassion.
We came across hummingbirds and fiery Turks
For when the creation is of a smarter self
and a suitable jerk.
This bloke is creating a lot of work
For his epiphany and my curb.
The pace of life has never felt so right
With all this passion brewing right inside
Pomegranate was just a sensation of that bright sunny light
But now self love is my right
Time constraints to bloom love and lust over night
Devaluing all that jazz yet making sure you there in a stretch for your tight courtyard night
this inward search and journey of being reborn,
is it just an active volcano or is it a state of being-breathing.
the sounds vibrating like bass in my body;
signs that I am active, flowing through my movement.
booming through the inner fire,
glowing with the guiding light.
sea shells in my braid, love in my eyes, warmth in my heart;
where do I go next following the flow like the lava.
i am running wild for a very long time,
following the depth of the blue highs
and ashes of grey skies