Fabric In the Sea
Flowers and plants have language, they speak to us in different ways, they come in many shapes and forms, and they will meet with you just before Dawn.
They have smells that can be traced back to the thirteenth century; you can hear the world speaking through them and you can see the ligament standing up in them.
They bring light to the troubled world and keep your mind from going astray. Beautiful flowers will make your day and build your courage in practical ways.
I walked on the corridor of time to examine what is really mine, and I saw them standing tentatively in line, they were waiting for a hand shake and a passionate embrace.
I saw them running up and down the street screaming and shouting out my name as if they want to drive me insane but I stood up to it all and resist the external brawl.
It wasn’t hard to understand what was propagating on the land a bunch of bandits unfit for office, form a subsidiary group to deviate from the truth; I observed it carefully, and listened to it attentively.
A piece of paradise left on earth kept staring at me from the dirt. I gazed at it every day, least my mind goes astray. I could feel the energy radiating from it and the love that was attached to it, it moves slowly on a plane and mesmerizes my heart when I feel ashamed.
I got it for a gift and since then my mind was affixed to it. Chastity or love? Abstinence or the dove, sexuality or infidelity? You will understand when you reach full maturity.
I have stood up to all of them and weathered through many storms. I walked through the flood and stood up to the blood.
My motto is longevity, resistance and endurance, my strength is unmatched and my spirit cannot be stopped.
I can survive in any environment for a considerable period of time. I can live in the desert and need little rain but when it comes, I enjoy it just the same.
My cactus and I will always be alive and we will be there to expose all the lies; flowers have meaning that can be so revealing. The fabric in the sea is searching for you and me.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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