Poetry of Your Making

When you flourish, flourish well and be holy to its growing and being aware of its making opens the way to its glory as a flower garden.

The glory becomes open to more being and making as they run deep and I know to run in them.

When garden connects one to the other, it forms itself into two lives, yet they are the same. What makes a garden grow, and what makes it new? Photograph and glory before each petal, before each stem, before each bloom as it forms in a garden, a glory, a state of mind.

Note: What makes a world glorious? What makes it a crest? What does life do when you know to play with garden and believe?

My making is of poetry, yet it forms in its the glory with idea to simile, to personification, to metaphor, to life, to image to its connection and act.

When lovers appear, be open to its being and be holy to its becoming as we become open to being in love, when it is ready.

Twins for a reason, and they are aware of each other before God. You and me are of tier to each other, yet one knows more than the other. Who is of right and who is wrong as people work the same way.

End of speech ends the talk, yet we know to keep going and collecting and become silent to you and to me. Solitude creates silence, yet there is always something speaking, much like the wind, and the trees, and the rain into life of a forest to grow.