The Divine Masculine

Today I wanted to honor the Divine Masculine so much is said about the Divine Feminine but my words took a different direction over morning coffee.

He whose touch is as soft as thistle down that has been separated from its thorns. He whose voice is like the breath of wind that travels through the trees. He who knows the number of petals on every flower of the field. He who knows  mathematics like the counting of stars in the night skies. He whose truth is like a lightening bolt breaking an old tree. He whose thrust is like a wave ponding the shore. He whose strength rise like the high mountains. He whose brilliance is like the sunshine that parts the clouds.


Categories: Love Alchemy

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