Hello! My Yellow Gerber Daisy Bodhisattva Woman!
I
Won’t You come imbibe golden
icicle Satori with Me?
You say it’s my decision
to make
With softly chosen plans,
You say it’s up to me
Inside of
artillary - guarded
mortar cans,
and what I have concluded
is that
it’s really up to You,
for I am not the One
In the middle
Of koo - koo katchoo...
I understand
It must be breathtaking
to declare yr soul
mate,
but if y’all waits too long
It just might be too late,
for Winter turns
to Spring,
and just like
Everything
We all must rely
On the forgiving
Breath of Fate...
So please Ashlee
Come with me
To a place where
Water returns,
& I’ll make It
Allbetter
& heal yr scars + burns
Of past incarnations
And
Dramatic twists
And turns,
but also
Must You know, too,
That there is another
In mynd for playhouse
Games,
And
She only needs
To wink at me
to loose these
ungreased chains,
Around my blessed
Heart + mind
To which I’ve
Given names,
Around a maypole
Of the soul
To wither all yr claims,
Of my responsibility
To You
To make a decision
Now
(I’d like to do it for you, but haven’t any idea how)
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