Painting pretty pictures of a flower with no soul,
it’s molded from pollen’s adventure, but its begun to grow mold,
living in it’s prison of dis ease and sodden living,
here I have thorns and people keep pricking themselves.
So I built a hazard sign. First, green.. to red
slowly ascending a tread,carefully,
per missing self to be lead instead by a feeling, one more potent than those quotients divided as I added your body to mine, I found a divine source that paints masterpieces and gave Da vinci a verse.
A course in this understanding is philosophy or religion
A Prism of prison when in YOU God is living,
look into the eyes of your fellow Wo(Man) and see yourself shining,
a piece,of the great, I AM.