Mystic WeavingsA Poem by tkrosevearThe reason I was born, what my purpose is and how I will serve...
An ultimate reality believed from insightful gifts
Visions from Creator and my contemplative spirit uplifts
The reason I was born, a puzzle pieced with forgiveness divine
An expression of creativity connected, unrelated to bloodline
My greater purpose courses through the veins of my past
As surroundings are experienced with intimate contrast
I am meant to serve by transforming perceptions ignored
So that rites of passage are lived with a valued, inner reward
A deep satisfaction as I personally grow to share
That making a difference in the world is love in prayer
Each new breath of gratitude I’ll weave within nature
With discernment, not judgment to specific nomenclature
No monastery, castle or dogmatic school of thought
Just peace, love and devotion within, eternally walked and taught.
©TK Rosevear 1-27-2008
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