sweet Ambrosia,
coated in saffron and pistachio,
Drips onto my Tongue,
an Evening Desert, now being served as Breakfast,
I am sweetened,
Holy,
like the glowing Amber of the Mango Sun dawning on my skin,
Its embers Drenching me for the Summer,
I Transform,
in Colour and Spirit,
my Inner Body unshaping itself,
morphing itself, through the Undoing of Pain,
the Ribbon of Source unravelling Directly into Me,
Love coiling itself into Me,
Binding into me, as if DNA,
its helixes radiating through my Being,
my Being,
healing from the steady flow of Love it finds Foreign.
It feels a Seed has been Planted,
its Root, breaking out of Shell,
the excruciating hurt,
of Leaving comfort,
of Stepping away from the Home that is Pain,
to deepen the relation, into Soil,
into Earth, to ground further,
Embedding further,
The Elements, Sun and Water feed Me,
He, feeds my Soil,
His Love, wrapping around me like Vines.