The Arrival

Toiling in the threads,

I choose to dance in the between spaces.

Titillating.

My hues change with the guise of the night.

Glimmering.

Where colors reflect one’s truth.

I am vibrantly he, she, and they, all entities wrapped into one.

Ray, from darkness of the womb, birthed into the cycle of becoming.

You arrive; through the seed of darkness, ‘to your name - a chosen name.’

When the hues seemed to have lost their color, their glow.

Lackluster.

Once caught in a sea of murky waters, to then emerge as, Ray.

You arrive to: The archetypal Dragon. A name. A choice. A movement. An Internal Revolution.

May the fiery reds, oranges, and yellows of this fire burnt hot.

May (their) power emulate from within.

Blue. Burn into the hottest form. Blue, the chakra blocked at my throat...

“My name is Ray!” Suddenly, release.

I am, he, she, and they all beautifully spun into the body of this, this creation.

“Within (me) the light beckons me toward my inner truth.

‘Speak, Ray, and you shall liberate your divinity.’

Golden.

The light of a thousand lights and of a thousand truths; the light of our being.

Paint your face with gold, allow each stroke of your step to guide you toward your radiance.

Dipped in honey, "my god sweet child, you are GOLDEN!"

Life’s nectar, a composite of all colors refracted in the eye of the beholder.

Effervescent.

Like untouched canvas, you meet yourself here, again and again.

You arrive. To reveal the shades of your truth(s) and to lay the foundation of your path.

Hold sacred, your tender heart.

And dance vibrant Dragon, dance!