Patience
Is a ball of yellow
In my solar plexus
A place of power
A blue line of air
Running up my throat
Waiting to say
What it one day will
I can feel deep red
Tying me to the ground
Allowing forces
Into my core being
And a vibrant purple
Showing me what they hide
Intuition strengthens
The third eye
Orange, like a sun
Creating a heat that
Directs my burning
Into bursts of art
What an invisible thread
Coming out of my head
Allowing me the dreams
So I may have hope
And green
The grass cools my feet
Yet produces so much heat
Symbolically called the heart
It’s the place where we shall start
And my patience is found
Holding this space
This green blossom
So you may one day see
The Goddess that is me
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