Giving starts with The Self and ends with others

This path beneath me it leads two ways
One of freedom and the other of stay
The comfy way that I know to well or the unknown way where I hope to never dwell
Hope is good but not so great
The power of my words I must use with conviction and grace
This path beneath me it leads two ways
One of freedom and the other of stay

When you let go..... you GROW...

Your essence knows me well
It sees what I see
It feels what I feel
I am simply a reminder of who you were meant to be a long to be
Awaken my child, awaken.

When empty you will hear it's dull ache
When full you will hear a magnificent symphony

I feel I've lost a part of you...and with it me

It's hell until you make it heaven scented