Showing posts from February, 2014

Rose Hands

Unfold Soul's growth Refining colour's rose Hail, Garden's Nose. Though thorny and pricked Against honeyed bee tricks This makes roses grow most thick! Fruiting from black soils Blooming wormy spoils Refined anointing oils. Rosy Lotus hues From mud's watery blues Risen being lights imbued Bridging Lunar Sunshine's Truth Startling, even as it soothes. - Leanne Margaret [C] 2013

Winners & Losers

Yin and Yang dividing things, interweaved, divining strings- of thinking, senses, inked. Bit of black, bit of white dualities apparent fight- freeing fortunes wings. Hemispheres, losers's tears post traumatic fears- shrieking soured songs they sing. Child born and child made if born in love, then by fear stayed- choked by Karma's ring. Yet colours deep, exhale the weave days contrasts, define the eve- sweet with honey's stings. Tear not apart the silk to flags condemn with fire, waste to rags- give each a patch, to thread, to link. Compete not there, for earthly spoils ravaged from her un-soothed soils- weave Earth's quilt with All in Mind and only All can win! - Leanne Margaret (C) 2014