The Seed of this World

She speaks to me, flesh biten riddles and colorful roses

The tides turn uninterrupted and squelched 

Disturbed but uninhibited, the feelings arouse

Persistent and longingly as they circle in sequence

Somewhere in space and time is this place

Where only those who know her can enter 

Random and orderly the two coincide

Unable to exist without the other

A jumbled mess of uniform thoughts

Instincts that go beyond all bounds

She asks me to see this place

Dig a little deeper, she whispers

Understand the circumstances that arise

The framework unhinged, skin left blistering

Time fades away and all that's left... is 

Absent in love and open in mind leads only to the dead inside

Be open 

Be ready

Be free

The world appears finite, yet the infinite knows better

Clinging to the flesh dripping fear of the past

All boundaries are alone man made

A disease of the dysfunction we adhere to

She ignites my mind with her electric fingertips

Lapping up all reasons for self-doubt

She insists on something else instead

The blossom of life and its seed of this world...

Begins as nothing more than a seed