To my sacral.
Chakra of creation.
Place feet like meditation,
To the edge.
Your hands lift-
Awaken my skin.
Moments of awe, soar-pasts, tomorrows, sorrows.
Adventures with the fairies.
to the streams.
I like not knowing where they go but i know where they flow
That puts my mind at ease- because it wants to know, it wants to label all that is sown. And i tell it, we are OK you know. I can not label everything this time.
Because i found its limitations-
Nothing IS the pure potential for bliss.
you may miss,
-The truth that can not stop, be cropped, or boxed.
It must always flow and is something we can never name as it is meant to be unknown.
+ Organically grown.
To my sacral
Chakra of pure potential
All is birthed from here,
you can let go of all the rabbit’s fear.