Embodiment of Divinity

The light that my shell occupies is what one would consider more sacred than the rays of the sun. The wholeness that becomes of me when I embrace my own illumination is a phenomenon that can only be expressed by me and myself alone. As it is also exclusive to every other flower who embodies this gift, in a garden full of weeds. 

For I have an energy that cannot be replicated or imitated. A proud sense of humanity that has become overlooked and unappreciated as the times continue to progress. Every centimeter of my hair symbolizes a memory of my past. While every strand is designed to represent a possible future that I have the potential of creating. My lips are structured for the sound of my stories and purse together for the livelihood of my ideas; while forming a smile that is meant to embrace the pleasure I feel when I am being photosynthesized by my own luminosity. 

Forever hydrated by a fountain of tenderness that could never run dry by outsiders that may steal sips for themselves. 

I am an everlasting memory who conjoins the pixels of stars once the sun has begun to rest, to create a message that will direct me from a simple garden to a forest of likeminded souls. Diverse beings that represent every stage of life that care to only encourage each other to bloom, while simultaneously watching the eggs hatch within the branches hovering above. 

Waiting to share that love with the souls who have yet to have their minds altered by a delicate world, ran by foxgloves of deception and tumbleweeds of the downhearted.

My petals being protected by the shade of the tree branches, without blocking the light that feeds me is their way of supporting my blossoming. Understanding that I prefer a territory to expand without the myriad of barriers wrinkling my leaves. Those same branches are supported by the core of the trunk that only gets wiser from age and in tune from experience. 

But we can’t forget to recognize the invisible breeze that passes. Although transparent, the whistles are a solemn reminder we all need a moment to slow down and ground in where we are, who we are, how we are, and when we are. This is a forest where my existence is needed. Where rainfall is appreciated, and all elements are revered.

I am a being who’s lived many lives and has absorbed every moment. 

I am the core of my own ecosystem, while nourishing those of the same frequency, and receiving the same in return. 

I am the embodiment of divinity in physical form. 

I am a woman.