living without a body
may be the real body
.
actuated/destroyed
.
all is contained in the one,
who is already open
.
unboxed.
…
eye of ra
crescent moon 🌙
.
goddess’s breath: kinetic
.
shakti-love steers conception,
spinning the multitude of
galaxies sunder —
like cotton candy confections
each one is divided just for you to taste and describe anew.
.
her breath
set into motion,
opens the door.
.
furnishing evidence for creation,
another offer springs up
with fragrant flowers at your feet.
.
step into this ‘other’ dimension
through rebirth,
an unadulterated heaven.
.
the gateway swirls with fortitude
sewn into the fabric of dark matter,
‘behold your sacred name’
.
her galaxy’s rotational curves
are the mere eyelash-bats
of her curiosity,
a nod to wonder in a tryst of passion
.
mind’s vacated,
cavernous function
echoes grace
.
one swing of her stellar tresses
provides the light for an eternity.
.
a blink of quantum
a pinch of akash
sparkling petticoat of richness and splendor
.
her magickal presence expanding,
demonstrating, in full opulence ~
the
.
pure generosity of her touch.
⭐️
Fiesta Estrellas 
This is fun and evocative verse Ka, and cute doddle. 🙂
Thank you, Brad! I’m truly delighted that you have enjoyed! ☀️🌞☀️
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Expanding and magical, lovely creative sparks … in every verse ~ ❤
I am so glad you liked this!! Thanks for such wonderful feedback! 💞✨✨✨
Such an intriguing drawing! Perfectly fits with these lines:
her galaxy’s rotational curves
are the mere eyelash-bats
of her curiosity,
a nod to wonder in a tryst of passion
A question I often ask: “Who dreams the dream that dreams us?”
We are so limited, in these physical forms. A thousand miles, a thousand years, is meaningless, but keeps people apart; yet our concept of “together” is so inadequate, so partial.
Sorry, these were thoughts as I walked this morning, borne out of a sense of fate and structure I cannot grasp. But they seem, somehow, inherent in this post…
I’m rambling.
It’s okay to ramble sometimes. I have no precise response! 😆 Circumnavigate your question and ask Chang Tzu the same when he dreamed of being a butterfly.
You took me to the depths of fate and structure and then just dropped me, 😆 on your walk….
Walk🚶🏻♂️ and wander, maybe nothing to grasp, just receive the thoughts and let them stir.. sir. 🙂 ✨ Time is indeed meaningless in the grand scheme.
Galactic elegance