I Carry Weapons
Of Wisdom and Knowledge
I carry weapons
Of wisdom and knowledge
Deep in my celestial DNA
A "knowing" that is
Ancient and divine
I am clothed
In radiant, glorious robes of light
Shimmering through the veil
Between the worlds
My soul vibrates only to
Your frequency
I resonate only to
Your song
Syncopating to the rhythm of my breath
And my heart
Baby, show me your soul
Share with me your fear
Make me yours forever
Possess me
Surrender into me
Melt into me
Together we can release our karma
We can forgive and heal
The wounds
Accumulated through millions of years
Show me your darkness
That others shy away from
I am your light
You are my light
We are the light
We are one
We are love
- Julie O'Hara 2023
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Beautiful piece. Well done.