Solar Flares up Over Hood

 

Whats up in the hood Father, 

my question to you from the pretty being me, 

Thinking the ideal inclinations in living life. 

For you, all my love thy Son, 

who is being seeding and birthing solar flares,

to reach out to touch, lovingly you, thank fully me. 

Whats up over the hood, Father,
This is my question for the pretty being I am
thinking ideal inclinations,
living life in upward rhythmic balancing interchanging.

You look at me like love looking at its own light,
thy one seeding feeding suns,
birthing solar flares from life, spirit,
reaching out I touch you,
lovingly, thankfully, wholly.

I lifting the hood over heavens engine,
findings radiance humming,
circuits, records of 

gores glory,
a pulse that knows my name.

Thy architecture of favor glows flowing like molten gold,
energy rising breathing crowning fire,
your answer moves through my ribs.

Nothing hidden, all revealed.
knowing You already run on eternity.

So I stand here, hands warming bursting starlight,
feeling solars flares burst from center chest,
out best word for me unto into you,

a touching, living
life loves great loops, kissing, orbits,
I, under over hood sky.