Oh, Beautiful Children

Oh, Beautiful Children of Love,
Brother, Sister, God,
Want to know a secret
That I have been sent to whisper
in your ear?

It is now safe,
I have the right
to be me. You,
Golden Angel.
You are safe.
You have the right
to be
You.
Safe.
Safe for me to be ME!

I cannot place grains
of fresh barley in your perfect mouth,
nor am I able to pour
water onto your body,
to cleanse the dirt
seeping into your pours.
I cannot teach you to read,
nor guide you in mathematical challenges
while exploring the left quadrant
inside your brain.

I do not have an answer
to the abusers,
often attempting to take away
Your precious human rights
to just simply, so effortlessly and naturally
of being yourself.
To be safe. To be You.

They tried to squash me
down
down. How it pained me so. Betrayal. Ouch. Tired.
How small and powerless I felt for so long, lifetimes.
But my soul and heart, gold within.
Limitless
Limitless
Guide me in truth, chanting, "Be You! Be You!"
The seeds of truth within
speak clearly through
expanse
love
freedom.
Release the pain. Heal.
Expand.
Open.
BE YOU.
BE YOU.
BE YOU.
YES.
YES.
YES!
YES!!!
I have the right to be me,
And by doing so,
I encourage you, dear sweet brethren,
To be you. You.
Follow the diamond-shaped cournal
of truth
Within your heart.
This is you, there is no other. For you the world
Has been created!

This is my secret
I am so happy to share.
Oh, Beautiful Children,
brother, sister, God,
Open your heart,
heal the betrayal, let go of what ails you,
and follow the honey'ed truth
that calls from within, dipping sweetly,
embracing you with love.

Relaxing Into The Arms of a Man

Gentle, stroking, soft fingers extra-long.
Do you know that your fingers could wrap about mine,
to reach the crooked, first, double-creased line below my fingertip?

Warmth, sincere, afraid, open-heart.
Did you know that a Tango would lead you into my arms?

Sweet lips, loving gentle soul,
it is safe to let go and remember love
in my arms. I love you already, fellow human on Earth's plane.

Underneath, a boy. Longing to be loved,
asking to play, wishing to expand. Have you met?
He is
limitless
limitless.

Loving embrace. Mother, may I? Yes, it is time to say yes.
Tell the boy yes.
In the arms of a man,
In the arms of the man,
In your arms.

Heart expands, soul flies. Oh, perfect little girl,
Child weeps for the father's embrace
that only existed in a longing dream,
but never yet today. When will he love me, she questions?

In your arms, protection, celebration, gentle love. Safety. Healing.
Stroking my heart, saying yes. Yes. It is time to fly.

Oh, the gift of relaxing into the arms of a man,
In the arms of the man,
In your arms.