Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Hero




My warrior can sit back,
smoke his pipe at the end of a long day.
He has saved the damsel,
he has answered her cries.

Pierced the heart of the dragon,
setting the flames free.
No longer does she need to be sacrificed.
No longer does she need to pay the price.

Pure in white.
Rose in her heart,
flowers in her hair.
Heart radiant with love
Light flowing through her eyes.

Beholding all as love manifold
Love for the One
has no borders,
no boundary,
unconditionally flowing forth
from the eternal spring
buried deep
in earth red
liquid hot
in the Mother’s flaming heart.


2 comments:

  1. love, love, love, it's everywhere I look these days. flowing, releasing, blessing, filling me with grace and courage.
    Namaste dear one.

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