Forgive the double headed dragon.
for she knoweth not what she do,
wrapped in centaur skin
she is surely misconstrued
confused consumed of sin
Yet all to come unglued
As nature sheds her layers and they wither in the wind
Revielations unveil the truth
and so shall it begin ..
Releasing ever pressing burdens placed like lofty bricks on wet foundations
I Tossed them in the fire bowl to burn in calcination
Two divergent hearted archers that need learn to aim the arrows of their souls volitions ideally Side by side to compliment, Avoiding harsh collisions
But The saturated acid burned like violent winds of hatred
As They Torre violently the last remains of fabric withering and waisted
holding on to speckled bits of gilded dust
Then trampled on and taken .
A gentle melding was ideal Or a synergystic transmutation
But Please asked No hooks attached to rugged cranking reels Tugging without patience
The fire dance was too inflamed and scorching out its own creation
Certainly as forces would have it
Impacts were inscribed
And so the dragon held her fire growing burning deep within her eyes
I Beheld The double natured power breathing out her flames of fury
unscrupulous or virtuous But always in a hurry
But with half thy inner beauty so gloriously undisputed
And My admiration consecrated at the point of blind unyielding
I asked Take my arrow Cupid
And please Heal this crippled feeling
its entrusted with your dealing
and better in your hands
take her arrow too
and please just shoot us we’re we stand
For my eyes are full of tears and sorrows
As she surly doesn’t understand
As the soul illuminates the path of the targets plane in sight ,
it’s seems evident the arrows had alternate intended flights
Cupid mustn’t be stupid as the choice he made was wise
A lesson in discernment and decoding truth from lie.
Now
fortunate this archer sits as peace bestows his inner temple , un tethering the clamping claws, and attempts to choke out his fundamentals
And as this liberation takes its toll breaking free to run uncaged ,
fresh air heals the torn abrasions from yesterday’s lost control and rage
Yet all was worth the chaos
For of it birthed a fruit of unmatched joy
A sacred seed encarnate a beautiful little boy
Our Venusian taurean baby bull
A gem of emerald devinity
an extension of us both birthed out into our lives
Tethered intertwined into infinity
So onward may we please set sail collision free with intentions all the best
and voyage with our bull smiling bright upon our decks
as his destiny is fostered by our Paths and how they intersect
As we proceed and recognize that we’ve both been truly blessed
And look back into the windows of the past with no regrets