Gold is the Color of Love
My discovery of our connection
Gold is the color of love.
It flows through roots with pink, green and blue
From the fires of the Divine
Through the opulent wilds
Into the shimmering cave
Seeps up through the muddy earth
Ascends the cooling lake and
Out of the Sacred Heart.
It connects us all.
We choose to close or open the channels
That allow the healing golden energy of love
To fuel our very souls.
She sees not the physical realm
for She resides in the plane of the soul.
She knows when the channels are damned
And will repossess the energy
That has been held captive.
Only when you have opened your eye
Will She reveal the way
So you can stand before Her,
Unblocked,
Remorse in your heart,
And allow you to call it back
From Her fire.
This golden energy of love
That sustains our varied souls
Must flow freely,
For it is the life force of us all.
About the Creator
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