flowth growth

Spirit said pen down my thoughts here, above here roots are glued to cue the quest, the way, the pain, the flow, the growth and the rest. Flowers we cease to knaw but grow, certain shape we manifest to complete the sculpture though flawless are always there to belittle the brilliance but if we can realise indifferences entwine the dread so we can be solid. Painless we do not bleed yet the scar is precious for sure you can never have gold mine without a gold mind. Steadfast, this is steadfast the growth horrifying but the love is for the full moon. Don't change, be the change. Poem by Tumelothepoet