Monday, 8 April 2013

The Healing Box

I will make the box
with golden light,
Pulsing with a trillion diamonds,
energy bright.
Wishes and dreams,
my souls guardians
Dragonflies and Hummingbirds,
in iridescent flight.
I will put into the box
Love and joy
Too precious to loose,
Hate and distrust,
Too painful to keep.
Out of the box
lighter than incense,
I take my health, and
Balance it,
A white flower,
growing at my finger tips,

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