generally…
I am afraid of putting myself
my self
out there…
You know those internal and external processes. until I discovered how to combine service and sharing through poetry….while
I am folding time within starscapes
I travel to you
Trusting love to light the way
I release the fears that hold me clinging to the shadows of the habitual past.
For I am here drifting between birth and death
Seeking truth I look into the eyes of a soul and before I grasp for meaning
I accept the divine though I may not understand
I can follow a breadcrumb trail of and into experience
Praying light will guide hand and heart
Dispel fears that imprison the joys of shared experience
For I am a vessel
I am a vessel being filled
In each act and spark of love and
I am nourished in each smile and kindness
I am
An offering
I am Divine gifts
To be poured
Divine gifts made to be poured.
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