* inspired from listening to “Shining Star” by The Roots, Erykah Badu, and D’Angelo*
wrapped in aquamarine waves of contentedness
wishes on Stars keep the Soldier’s footsteps
from land mines in his mind that would twist his thoughts
into winding roads that he ought not travel
his desires are now plans that seem to come unraveled
his heart beats in the street but it’s muted by the gravel
that screeches from the brakes of the chances he doesn’t take
for he’s trapped in a position that he chooses to fake
for the truth is too scary and bliss can’t be free
in the past he learned trusting his feelings was a hypocrisy
so she, in mediation sends sensations so his heart chakra glows
plants manna in his mind so his Spirit grows
waters it with purity
sensual security
she will continue to cultivate his thoughts until the blossoms bloom
knowing nothing will grow if you don’t give it room
sunshine
plenty of truth
for what use is a flower
if you destroy its roots.
© michele mitchell, 2013