Refraction
Spurts of creative honey flow from an unknown source
The Gems of wonders reside within
Vapid leftovers of an old self give way for the new to emerge
I rouse from the cave with a pulse stronger than my perceived will
Before I understood nature I misunderstood myself
Nature provides infinite creative milk for those seeking nourishment
Renewed I return to the source and it unravels within me
The door appears with a shadowy figure beside it
An unknown usher with a face the same as mine
Who are you? I ask as I reach out
I am you
I am the part of you that beckons to be expressed
The repressed treasure chest of your heart and soul
I am he who knows you more than you assume to know yourself
Let me guide you and be your faithful companion
The things you attempt but will never outrun are what holds the key to your dreams
Fear in the mind turns to poison when allowed to blossom like feral weeds
I am the nourishment of your soul but you envision me as poison through fear
Allow me to be your noble steed for I see beyond what is elusive to thee.
There is no I, Now there is we..A divided mind is not Divine bless the poison now power secretes.
Together again in the light conceived born free to live eternal with love
We are free to be just you and me
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