DAY LABORER

Our queen is a day laborer. We are the lords of her kingdom. She says, “We were born to shine.” We think she was born to shine. Blessed be our lovely queen forever and ever, amen. Our queen lives between our eyes. She doesn’t call herself our guiding light. We do, but never in her presence. We know better. When she blushes, the sun becomes a scarlet moon. Her wisdom is priceless. She gives it away for free. Not because she has to, but because she wants to. This is just one of many reasons we call her “The holy woman” whenever she passes by. She’s  a humble force of a beautiful mercy. We burst out joy whenever the sun touches our face; we are reminded we were born to shine. Her face is shimmering jewels of wisdom gifted unto us by kings in vagabond garb. Swine who help rule this place are angels with purple feathered wings. We are reminded we are more than looks perceived. Go ahead and touch. You want  to, so go ahead. She will not mind a gentle touch.  Her’s is a diamond face; spinning prisms of nuclei with Buddha in the middle. There is another face, but that one is not human. Our Queen is an elegant piper of tones in shades of love. She is a continent on a lonely planet singing along with the universe, and the universe next door.

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