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i strayed from a conventional path
because i listened to the echo of my intution
i listened to its call
to be free
underneath
the
city sun
i was so caught up with my purpose
i missed every moment before me
my creativity is a never ending
energy source

       anytime it wavers- it must come back like a

boat out in the deep dark waters,
it must to return to shore
the power of rituals

harness me and him

into a bind

where time isn't a thing

and we suddenly become natural waves

against the outer chaos.
my imagination endlessly plays

like a old vinyl record

waiting to be felt.
soul prompts come to us

in thoughts and feelings,

we just aren't paying enough attention
listen to your sweet surrender

for there in the quiet places

you'll find your soul calling.
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