Poetic interlude

She is a flowering vine,
ever stretching,
reaching for
a light
some
never
seek
to
find.

Reaching for the stars
in her own mind.

She feels the universe
as an extension of her own spine;
an expansion of her creativity,
without true separation
between her own,
nor theirs
or mine.

All is one,
same as if each of us
were solar rays
reflecting
off
of
a
lunar screen as magical moonbeams,
having forgotten
our true
source
being
the
sun.

Outside of time,
she finds
her true
identity
there,
bathed
in and as pure
and steady,
mystical
bliss.

And she,
me,
we are always invited to climb high
and to still our own thoughts
until we remember
the lips
of
our
true
nature’s
eternal
kiss.

Our true identity is the soil,
the nourishment,
the sunlight,
stem
and
the
bloom.

Creation is the spawn;
the star of collective
consciousness
is the womb.

KY is the Author

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