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Ev’ryday, I grow like vines wild, always stretching past limitation. I’ve been actively reflecting writing daily, and studying myself, others, connections and separations and upon review, I have to say I’m proud of who I’m slowly becoming because I’m more conscious and therefore in control of that becoming. I’m practicing the art of self-awareness,…
I fall like Oak leaves, sprouting bright again in spring. The winter is cold… Snow, though is water that lasts long to propel later growth.
Whole, you are, each time You see in self truth and source: Live revolution
There’s never enough: Time, truth, words. You, though love, are always abundant.
Wax, wane, and wander. Tides are turning with old leaves; Past eclipsed by now.
He say, what she said; All words are made meaningless when hearts won’t hear them.
Scalps are breeding grounds for wild waves and thoughts sprouting. Limits don’t exist.
Speaking perceptions; Mirror tells me what they say. See them, utter self.
Eyes low; heart deeper World relaxed on my shoulders I keep moving though