HEART OF MINE

Melting gold to my senses

unfolding sciences of the heart

Where my eyes can't see

may my heart in its beat

clear vision be

What my ears can't hear

may my heart with its rhythm

know the sound there is

May the elements be always kind to my skin

And when the fire takes part

may it be the fire of love within

When bitterness coats the mouth

may this sacred chamber

- like honeycomb holding the golden liquid -

feed the soul with its comforting sweetness.

May the scent of flowers

conquer the Guardian of my being;

and in times of thorns

may only heart felt petals sprout from thee.

D. V.

01/2014

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