To Be the White Orchid
Your newly polished self –
it shines in light
and in dark.
It rises above.
Your newly polished self
knows no boundaries,
because you have come
full circle
to the lightness of Being
that is you.
You surge
like the streamlined, silver power lines
of the city –
all jet stream
and mercury.
You wander into the self
with eyes wide to truth –
knowing that
this sometimes isn’t pretty –
this sometimes tastes stale.
Your newly polished self
wants to tango –
wants to leave town –
wants to be the white orchid –
exquisite
and
rare.
You are true blue –
newly polished.
Cristina M. R. Norcross
Copyright 2014
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