A letter to my baby daughter Junebug 8.29.13 Burning intellectual inferno touches The Emerald abyss a seed sprouted in the silent depths Blindingly brilliant she becomes my sun on earth Inescapable cuteness relentless beauty overwhelming effervescent joy Baby Junebug already rules the hearts that come to her Precocious preciousness purposed with great plans She will grow to be a beauty of the ages From the Well that was dug deep to the center she floats as an oasis a Lotus upon a see of Maya Born a grand spirit her devilish beauty is but a decoy that disarms others with delicious perfume leaves them drunken on weakened knees pleading soon enough she will break free the caged soul who gasp for the clear air of her presence and fills the starving bellies with wanton longing a taste of divinity that lingers and clings to those of whom her paths crosses who then dismiss their life prior and walk anew to find her way to leave the old valley of fate they fall into and seek a destiny that raises up to a summit where all is seen far and wide Yes there are the flowers who fragile smiles bring moments of fading forgiveness to passer by’s treading life’s paths Amongst nations my daughter will boil the simmering passions and ignite war she will be the cause of so many willing deaths of those who dared fling themselves to defeat a daring chance to meet her in hearts battle ground a noble death indeed Her mission is not peace but the brutal reality of spirit and attain light thru fusion of heart and mind To explode in super nova nuclear magnificence and outshine the stars Not to be loved for her being loved is the helpless choice of those victimized by the shining gem blazing with in her No not to be loved but to be love to be love itself with the genius of mind conducting love that hits like a tsunami and washes away to insignificance those who are less than mountains of soul Juniper baby Juniper a great mission awaits you yes you are cute without measure and have these precious baby years that all will be love but the fuse of your spirit is lite and soon enough your will will sing forth and you will rocket away to the sky and shine like a sun And make this world awake from its deluded nightmare and find its promised dreams Yes Junebug yes Small Boss yes little sweetness be all things precious for now is that time But what awaits you is mastery of the sunsets and sunrises and all between
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 11:55:42 +0000
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