No. 95

The blossom of my heart
unfurls like life's layers
peeling back
to truth

pain
stems
from striving to define
leav(e)ing me
v(e)inly
bleeding, reaching
for (stay/men)
and petals
which, soft,
exquisite, seem to
protect from sun
thought
too bright
for seeds
in germination

therefore,
Heart,
remain unfurled!
this beauty
cannot be con/tested
in a world where truth
has been tasted
in misty rains
descending
from heaven's mountaintops,
fed with the bodies
of a thousand ancestral trees.

blossom,
ever-changing
you are Love Herself
and I Am
the opposite
of ashamed.