It seems there are those who would usurp the Openhand 5D poet with their own divine offerings...The gaunlet has been thrown..

Incandescent flame, growing, reaching, caressing,

Ignited now, like a primal cry from the void,

Waited so long, as limitless potential,

As everything unrequited that could be,

From dormant seed, existential potential..

Watered with bright, celestial love,

Nutured with feminine, gentle passion,

Created from nothing but potential,

But now the aching is over, the yearning,

Now there is flourishing expansion,

Sweet tendrils feeling and reaching for the light,

For union, now soft and tender,

now raging and twisting with burning intimacy,

Summating and blending into blissful coherence,

Dancing and laughing and loving,

With the intensity of a billion suns..