Picturing My Last Supper

 

Hear is a picture of my last adventure out,

From conception I became eye, 

Reflecting up, high in the sky,

Catching flow, radiating vibrating show,

Bouncing on a vine, you dangling from my lines.

This is my perspective, this is my truth.

For being Son of my Great One

Allowing he to be the Fathering Sun.

For here I am, bride, groom, womb,

Coming art baby blues readies and blooms,

Growing up in seed, budding with ease,

From my plane I look up, seeing a new town.

gratefully I found my imaginations ground.

where to now pretty be, as the world opens up to see.

and I dominate being me.

Here is a picture of my last adventure out,  

From conception, I became the eye, no doubt.  

Reflecting up high in the vast open sky,  

Catching the flow, a radiant, vibrating show.

Bouncing on a vine, you dangle from my lines,  

This is my perspective, this truth defines.  

For I am the son of my Great One,  

Guided always by the Fathering Sun.

Here I stand, bride and groom,  

As Art Baby Blue readies to bloom.  

Growing from seed, budding with ease,  

From my plane I look down, a new town I found.

Gratefully I find my imagination’s ground,  

A place where visions are beautifully bound.  

Where to now, pretty be?  

As the world opens wide for all to see,  

And I stand tall, dominating being me.