Violet
the light of my life of my deepest
knowing
intoxicating the norm
taking gentle floating form
it arose in my calm as
the Goddess born
meditative
eye of my Storm
it’s daylight
an illuminated compass
it’s moonlight
synergizes cellular tides
it floats
within my body’s home
is the color
of the buzz in my bones
and through it I
form
to my own
highest
frequency
the one
of Me
it bleeds and blends my
contradictions
smooths and mends my
fray
it is my intuition
tuned to harmonious and hungry mission
made manifest for me
every
single
transcendent
day
Violet
About the Creator
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