Shh... Eyes Closed And Simply Meditating

The melodic elements always harken to thy ears when the universe chimes
It always pours the fastest, rings the loudest, when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert, yet
Attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered, a chromatic wondrous soul making my heart melt

It’s a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots
Hate, degrading, fostering deceptive plots
I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry introduction of who I am
A person, once in my presence if you are not holding my hand will never come to understand

I wait for no one, I make my future, I trail my path, follow my own shadow, and sit, lay, stand, as I please
Bathing in your intellect, orbiting your heart, just as soft as a caressing gentle breeze
No excuses of me, it would deem untrue, never have I marginalized lies
God molded me by His spiritual designs, from the woman within, then sent me from the skies
I am the Eve of Mother Nature from the beginning
I stand in faith, in this life to win it, staying uprooted, and always praying for those incoming enemies

Close your eyes… shh… that peace of your mind has gathered and collected
I am there, where love is beautifully invested
Never contested, to give of my pleasure is never lessened
Do you know me, or the aura of your mind you mentally make believe
The care in my hands, society needs, famished hope, my assurance feeds
False illusions found in blind eyes, the weight of superficial egos walking the vast lands, ill-mannered theories of the worth found to deceive

But why, and who am I, you whisper to your vessel of old
I am the wise invention of your intellect for the pleasures my existence has already foretold
I give of me to forsake the scarlet letters of scented pain
Catch the silent tears falling in the midnight rain

When fused within the doctrine of my soul, I give you the prayed sunshine in His name
You asked, allow me to amuse your spirit as I kiss upon your temple, as we bask in glory
Do not attempt thy Creator to henceforth in anyone's purgatory
I am the open book you come to seek, when picked up thumbing through for an inviting peek
The influence of merit who holds you down
Quiet laughter in my voice, to uplift you when tears are comforting your frown

The nakedness of my gifts ordained from my womb
Spread of my love from the hair strands atop my head until the last breath as my soul rests until resurrected in my tomb
Intellectual, professional, naughtiness, within the sweetness of earth's realm, my enveloping Chakras, the mystic of my free spirit, the moon tenderly consumes
As I turn my back, standing in awe, as daylight looms
Listening to the ancient incantations ordained by Heaven's Bassoon

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