With recipe of life,
I colonize mind
setting up red flags
to recognize the ego ingredient that
doesn't blend well
to serve my highest good.
My recipes includes a dash of love,
a cup of swirling dreams and
plenty of seasoning from emotions.
Time to cook and baste my mind
with intention of thoughts.
WALA!
The poem concoction is done.
Feast away readers, feast away
Started this a while ago. ITS RARE TO FIND ONE UNDONE AS I WRITE SO QUICKLY. (oppsie caps on) Time to complete it with dancing fingers and a flick of wrist.