Newborn Bliss

From too many to too few.
A languish filled with inner blue.
The goals attained mean nothing here.
A mist of white makes everything unclear.
A spicy taste of make-believe
makes spirits fly and fairies breeze
along a long lost path of inner ease.
While deeper still, the archetypes move
demanding that it all must be reviewed.
Hierarchical order in a world made by man.
Pyramids of power that claim ownership
by spans of measured land. Mysterious,
the way that all the pieces that don't fit
keep living on. From the few to the many,
then back to the few. An altered image
living in the blue a vaster views.
She rises up. The need is satiated.
The Goddess in Her glory of creation.
Loving through the eyes of newborn bliss...

? Michaelette ?

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