Rod of Divinity
A surge through the body,
A lightning charge
My body!
My rod of divinity!
The hazel tree
rests faithfully
in all connecting cells,
waiting for the conversation
of awakening.
Patient and still
she holds her breath
for the right raindrops
to soften the soil
around her roots,
And quench the ever deepening thirst
for her one authentic life.
Now shimmering
as a sylph in the mist
with budding passion
unleashed.
Her limbs and mine
are one.
And we know
that this meeting
means everything.
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