
tapping into love’s distilling light
with the devotion of aroma,
all of its own,
beckoning my spirit to remember,
tender-lifts of frankincense,
and cranberry teas,
I sip at the beauty,
I embrace the awakener in me,
retrieve the roots of my soul
and hold them lightly,
dripping coils of wonder
the golden lantern
I am becoming Poet Krissy Mosley
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