Polarity is a game, some praise you and some blame,
be wicked and go your way
the dwelling never ends, drop the parachute
choose love and swiftly fade away.
Walk alone into fields of poppies and lavenders, roses and mints
Heart weaves beauty unknowingly beneath your admiration of the master maker
all tales of bounty, wealth and power fades away in the scent of her majestic presence,
speak of nobody, be the wholeness of inner kingdom, the true tale is written by the hidden lover.
From the next poetry book 144 Quatrains