D. Hydra

[mtmynd]

D. Hydra

The lady of the desert
raising tumbleweeds
and greasewood bushes,
occasional mesquite
to burn in the cold
early morning hours.

She covers herself in
what should become
the state of being
that never changes
...always elusive.

Her fuel comes
not from the beast
but harmony of life
can be seen for
100 miles in
all directions.

d. hydra -
you drink from your
endless well of eternity,
the rivers of thought
running freely to
the freedom of consciousness,
never without doubt
you live joined
to divine bliss.

Your sweet surrender
brings love to life
your glow
(o! that glow)
it warms the soul
never-ceasing
the attention
it so deserves,

d.hydra… d.hydra
flood me with
your wisdom.

~~~~~~~~~
Cecil B. Lee
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[saw]

we can all use a little wisdom flooded our way from time to time....

[mtmynd]

we can all use a little wisdom flooded our way from time to time....

the flood that doesn't kill.