The Sixth Root

Standing Firm Like a Forest
Rooted in Love
Fertilized with Prana

Crystal Branches
Transcending Space
Magnified in Cosmic Grace

Bearing Visions
Of a Radiant Place
With a Soul Fused Human Race

Harmonized Creations Abound
Singing and Dancing All Around
An Infinite Playful Gala

With Symphonies Composed in Synthesis
In a Divine Jamboree

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Bright Star

Piercing Blue Eyes
Singing Joyful Melodies
Making our Hearts Sing the Harmony

Glimmering Lights Dancing in Our Midst
Dusting All in Her Path with her little Angel Mitts

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Ribbons Dancing in The Wind

Ribbons Streaming a Squall

Flashing Lightening Beams

Poised Tall

Plunged into a Quagmire

Vibrancy Mutes

Visions Blur

Brilliant Ones Reach Back

Creating Palettes of Color

Exploding Cosmos Tack

Birth Dividing

Yin Meets Yang

Choreographing Experience

Mystical Boomerang

Enchanting Adventures Emerge

Luring Lambs in Shroud

Creating Copious Urge

Lost in the Crowd

Possessing Passion

Camouflaged in Fashion

Disguised as Compassion

Memoirs upon Memoirs

Sources Beyond Recollection

Musing Tickles Reason

Sparking Cognition

Essence Grants Life

Life Begets Being

Subtle Impressions Penetrate

With Enchanting Prophecy

As Aspirations Stimulate

Ideology and Philosophy

Tension ensues

Battle Rages On

Out of Fear One Might Lose

Once Being Now Pawn

Hierarchy of Mirrors

Reflecting the Light

Piercing the Veil

Manifest Soul Flight

Rays of Divinity

Penetrate Dense Fog

Stimulates Affinity

Turning the Cog

Sparks of Recognition

Reverse the Wheel

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RAVEN

Raven

Darkness Harkens to the

Harsh Night

Stricken with Grief

She was Precious

Just a few Hours Before

Now Branches Hiding as Tubes

Feeds Her Breath

Glistening Eyes Closed Tight

As She Fades

Readying for Flight

Gut Wrenching Pain

Nearing the Insane 

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Artwork by Mechel Gallaway

2016

In the bosom of this Blossom

I can hear children laughing

I can see dogs running and jumping

I can smell the soil after a week long rain

I can feel the spongy ground of the Ozark's under my feet

I imagine this blossom wilting into an apricot

I smell the sweetness of the ripe fruit

Followed by the next juicy bite dripping down my chin.

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Photo by: Mechel Gallaway

An Apricot Blossom from an OLD TREE in the Ozark's.

Glory

Verily I say unto you be kind to Self in order that Self may be kind to others.

For it is in Self that kindness flourishes so that it may grow through the symphony of life and spread like the wind into the hearts of others.

For what is Life without kindness.

I say unto you to express tenderness to the Self for this tenderness is the soil from which Love grows

Like a delicate flower we coddle and caress this bud of Life for its essence showers the world in fragrance infusing every cell with strength and courage of Divinity.

Groom the garden of Self removing the weeds of selfish desire
For it is in selflessness that we become the True and Noble Being we are Called to Be


Go forth as my messenger to the world and spread the Glory of Holiness for it is in the Holy Place where we gather to plan the future Garden of Life filled with the Essence of Our Beings


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The Bee and The Blue Button Flower

The bee drinks of the nectar

We drink of the spume

Bubbles of essence

Reflected in its tiny presence

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