The seeds of motive

The seeds of motive no longer sprout
Burnt out by desire all played out.
I stand, I sit, I lie here as free as a bird that can fly when it has
no need.

The seeds of motive
burnt out by the midnight sun
My existence, my humanness still lives when all has been said
and done.

I am simply free
simply awake
given over
past all mistakes

The flower of love rose from the expiration of the seeds of
motive.
This is my secret – no vanity to play out.
The light meets the energy – it is called a life – my life is the
play of the Divine
Burning Bright
desire is all played out.