I love the thunderstorms, the way the sky ignites, the electrical currency that’s free, flashing clashing, striking the sky so bright zigzag it’s not bad, it shows you the frequency of the currency, at play, storm clouds all day.
Rain pours to be adored, washing away the blues to bring the new. Strike one strike two what will you do, exploding reloading, roaring in the clouds, the crash bash lash, combing the three, storm cloud you will see, tower moments crashing down, I’m no longer the clown.
Waiting, anticipating, holding on,
watching the storm, in the eye, You will see the storm that you’ll be.
Thrashing and trashing and grasping, the new, flood slides will hide, the depths of the hive.
Electrical currency, break free, transition, transmute, I’m no longer on mute.
The energy of the storm in me, tower moments, real eyes, real ears, real heart, no dart to make a mark, soft subtle, butterfly fluttering, breaking free, from what she would Be.
The energy is it right? Does it shine bright ?
Does it hold, comfort and warmth?
Secure safe in arms, trusting and loving,
blossoming and growing exploring?
Adoring, imploring, but above all maturing?
Can the conversation, be truth and true, honest and moral compass too?
Does it have to be the same as you?
Opposites attract but I think that’s lack,
retract, yin and Yang duality at its best for this here test!!!!