The Divine Common Factor

In other dimensions, the sun and the flower are equals, both needing each other.

Birth and death are the breath.

For every outward breath, there is release; for every inward breath, new life.

Plant me, bloom me, let me be planted; let me be uprooted.

Exhale and let me open to the extra-vagancy of your wandering, your spiraling golden perfection, your flowering heart.

Let me bloom where you plant me with your breath, my life, my love!

I love the breath, the breath of the self-similatory, fractally unfractured, Divine Common Factor

 

(These are a set of spiral poems for spiritual affect, beginning with “The Fragility of Vitamin D-ear-ness-t”.)

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