to my spiritual advisor and mentor, althea

thanks you for helping me become
AWARE and AWAKE!
i hear the colours of your words…
i see the melodies of your expressions…
i smell the ambrosia of you collective love…
i taste the embroidery of your words…
and i touch the textures of you manna…
thanks for helping me become, thea.

rainbows painted in the sky--
on misty clouds of the morning--
in conscious lucid dreams i wonder why?
and harked to my heart warning.

thanks you for helping me become
AWARE and AWAKE!
i hear the colours of your words…
i see the melodies of your expressions…
i smell the ambrosia of you collective love…
i taste the embroidery of your words…
and i touch the textures of you manna…
thanks for helping me become, thea.

the greens of the woods and meadow--
among the flora and the thistle--
you wing is but my shadow...
and your songs my mistile.

thanks you for helping me become
AWARE and AWAKE!
i hear the colours of your words…
i see the melodies of your expressions…
i smell the ambrosia of you collective love…
i taste the embroidery of your words…
and i touch the textures of you manna…
thanks for helping me become, thea.

stars in the heavens above—
moon and planets vibrate
the great truth the greater love…
unconditionally i contemplate.

thanks you for helping me become
AWARE and AWAKE!
i hear the colours of your words…
i see the melodies of your expressions…
i smell the ambrosia of you collective love…
i taste the embroidery of your words…
and i touch the textures of you manna…
thanks for helping me become, thea.

rainbows painted on my face
to strike the bow and pluck the harp strings—
sad or happy I am in my place…
where underlying joy only sings.

thanks you for helping me become
AWARE and AWAKE!
i hear the colours of your words…
i see the melodies of your expressions…
i smell the ambrosia of you collective love…
i taste the embroidery of your words…
and i touch the textures of you manna…
thanks for helping me become, thea.