Before my eyes lay the ways of the infinite wisdom…
Of love and the glories that live,
Hidden in the heart, mind, and soul
as they dance across the universe
opening each door to me.
I have the choice to open and walk through
Or turn humbly or egotistical away.
Unmatched in the beauty, each door is a gateway…
Closer to the prosperity of wisdom
Worthy of the wisest men and beautiful women.
Think not, the women are not smart…
Ah she has the brightest of heart
With the union of strength and nurturing,
Knowing exactly when to use both, either or neither.
Come, Child, be that smart woman with the beauty…
Opening the doors before you.
And the men will follow like the cub to his mother…
To lover to the Beloved
A bee to a flower
Open your heart dear Child…
Show your beauty hidden inside with grace and wisdom.
Wisdom built on ley lines have a consistency power…
Never fluctuating from the pulse of the Universal Heart.
Plain as the color of the moment to appear
You two create each moment’s color
Being the brightest
Or reds, greens, and blues
Or the muted hues of the same
Create your palette and see the beauty
You have within you
Hidden, alive and ready for action
Breathe and you live…right?
Or do you?
If your palette be dried without the watercolor to rejuvenate it?
Pigments like the atoms of thought
Generate the essence within the presence of life.
Dull sky does change to be bright as the sun arrives
with the Colors of the yellows, oranges and reds hues…
Enriched textures of the mind’s journey
The soul longs to see the stars in all their brilliance
Dancing before the plights
Another connection of the heart
And soul lingering in the forefront of the colored moment. ~jh
As published on The Tattooed Buddhas