I’m still rooted, anchored down
Admittedly, sipping on past sorrow…
Yet, I sense a calling for realization
So, wherever the sun arcs… I follow
My awareness absorbed by The Heavens
And The Truth pouring through every ray
At the center I find my spiral patterns
While reaching towards the light of day
With my petals pushing to the highest
I’m in awe as they cycle with the sun
I’m feeding off the transfer of brightness
Here, all my flowers breathe as one
As I sit in the pure, radiant, brilliance
I feel all blooming toward divine release
With faith in my strength and resilience
My intuition knows I’ll find my peace