Acceptance is yellow, gold of the sun, no matter how it cannot be outrun.
Searching for gold in places where it does not exist.
Long forgotten memories itching to tell the story within of a lost soul who thought she needed to fill the bottomless feelings with love from outside.
Forgotten lovers appear to remind the woman that the past is long left behind.
Let go of the past step into now, no need for approval, gold fills the space where she sought relationship instead.
Step into the warmth, feel the glow of acceptance through laughter, joy and the flow.
Prosperity glows from deep within, the caves are no longer screaming for attention as sin is no longer sin.
The warm arms embrace the person I am, no need to change, no need the become anything.
The me I am takes me into the presence of gold, yellow hues for a new story to unfold.
Golden horizons, golden warm beaches, butter cake, lemon meringues, baked cheesecake fill the air.
Golden Buddha resplendent, I here his call.
Canaries singing in the new day, as the moonlight heralds the ending of a day.
Autumn calling as Winter approaches, tangy lemon icing sweeten the mouths of babes, mangoes succulent what ever their age.
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