Poetry of Your Making

You are a lily, a Calla, a flower of nature and of being, yet you bloom, oh Calla, in nature of being late and being lonely in your state, your bloom, your natural posture, yet you are regal still in your bed, your worth is more regal as long as you know to care of its nature, its glory, its beauty, its need to exist as a Calla and holy to your white, bright glory in your state, in your sadness, yet still bright in the sun as the sun and more. So be wary of what you see, oh people, oh mighty glory of a flower and breathe your need, existence and becoming as you are as becoming and as lovely as me in my eyes, in anyone’s.

Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

If a Calla blooms in a state of moist air and sunny days be holy to its bloom, no matter how it grows. Don’t try to follow me as I breathe that glory of leaving and going alone but holy to being with you.

Note: When you find glory, remember who is real about my nature of being clear to glory of the morning. Until next time.