Blood

It was blood, your blood,

pristine , crystalline  ruby

that  adorned my palm.

Yes!  you  oozed out blood,

your energy , your  palpitation , your  life force

and, in all generosity, gifted  me

but  in a dream.

Wish

Soul wished to speak to the soul,

awaken divinity

and unlock the  Universe.

But, the gross mind

wrapped in ego

shut the door

and, instead asked,

‘Do you need help?’