Bora born

To kill you with your love _

Who are these blessed beings
once fire creatures
lives lived within walls of blinding growth.
Finding favour with each other, or competing
most seem dedicated, serving their own ends.

Within their space they test for others
who ease their spirit in
to guide their mind and light the way.
They sense the innocence within the laughter  
to serve their needs, the bird of prey.

The ideal to be in service to another
a light, a beacon, an example
to those who may have lost the way.
Runs a risk unless you draw back carefully
to see if they will let you have your say.

This your strength
may be seen as weakness
to control, and be used
in service to their own ends.
Building Pride, in control of those about them
to kill you with your love
so listen to me friend.

Your authority, is your spirit
you would know this
your strength, your will
attuned to Universal Law.
So show courage when in service to another
speak up, when they try to kill you
 with your love, my friend.


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© July 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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