the bouquet of me 4/16/18

I made you a bouquet 

of all the high-points of my life

as if created of memories, 

remembered

but it is not.

I took all those highpoints 

and retrieved the lessons learned

and the blessing disguised, 

then received.

and from those, 

I wrapped each

in the spiritual awareness of my being gained

to enter into the deepest places within me.

from there, I anointed and consecrated

each blossom, 

thus arranged

so that when you received

you would come to know me differently

as by the esoteric scent, 

the mystical colors, 

the bold uniqueness of my inner display,

gathered both from the road 

I have impressionistically traveled 

to harvest and present these

and from the being who wondrously grew 

in response, 

yet present within them.

and although it is a quiet-flourish

of my etheric human nature,

it is my richness in ever-so secret a display.

just for you, 

who have the sightedness 

to see me from within.

hand held, in the heart of your heart,

as your tears given then 

provide for each bud of me

to be further nourished

as if by your consecrating gaze

at any future moment 

of your spiritual face to bouquet attending . . .