the Cycles all Collide into one another,
Pink Clouds dancing Tango,
whilst Sipping Coconuts,
and eating its White Flesh,
as if Blossoms,
soft,
Spring is arriving,
The Sun is in the distance,
Still she is arriving,
Flirting, in glimmers of Heat,
It is in these moments,
I realise I am not dead,
but am deprived of the most inherent parts of my Being.
Sun. Love. Divinity. Creation.
the Sun pours gold into my Cup,
and I don’t have to even drink,
before my Being starts absorbing her Power.