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.
Cold shoulders, warm suns, new breaths, chances to renew never go to waste.
The land of pages calls me as I walk the words to my own story.