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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