Love is universal but the personal
doesn't know that—
blue eyes crying like the sea.
Daughters giving birth to
daughters,
Venus emerging ever from the waves,
love is the chrysalis of
self-awareness.
Evolutionary enlightening intent
smells like this holy spirit—
play that absolute music white boy black
girl.
This self-awareness in the name of
pure
awareness wants to take you higher.
Love may be patient and kind but
love is not a thought.
Love is like I am before I know I
am.
That being is this whispering of
sweet nothings
between the god of pure awareness
and the goddess self-awareness.
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