Sowing The Seeds

Shaking out the fabrics of reality like dusty cloths

With blue light from my finger

My energy becomes the thread

My force becomes the needle

For this is a blanket I’m sowing

My reality

Im sowing my seeds

For when the sun shines upon them

My harvest will come to fruition

Flowers will be blooming

The bees will be buzzing

The humming birds will be singing

For I am the creator

I am the light

12 Comments

  1. Absolutely inspiring and beautiful miss ❤️ You never cease to amaze me with your creativity, and not just in your art, but your reality. As clearly shown in this poem. Keep shining on, goddess ❤️🙏🏼

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  2. Everything about this poem is very simple, from the way the verses are constructed to the message behind the words that were used BUT that’s not a bad thing, it’s that same simplicity that gives this poem it’s allure.

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    1. Well hello I’m Chris and actually surprised that you would take the time to interact. I really do look forward to getting to know the real Ckity☺️♥️

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  3. Faerie 🙌 a great poem. I would rename it freyaday as it seems more elemental than seeds. It seems to speak to what seeds are made of, energy.

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