In an airstream of breath, I rise.
Celebrating, moments that echoes with light.
Celebrating, birds who whisper daintily,
as dogs that romp with voice.
In an airstream of natures breeze, I rise
Dancing, in knowing I am divine.
Dancing, with puffy graceful clouds
as flowery smells open heart.
In an airstream present, I am free.
Free, to drift in grace anointing all.
Free, to remember who I am
as all my precious dreams align.
Dreams that root,
in garden of an airstream breath.
StarBG © 2017
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
In an airstream of breath, I rise.
Celebrating, moments that echoes with light.
Celebrating, birds who whisper daintily,
as dogs that romp with voice.
In an airstream of natures breeze, I rise
Dancing, in knowing I am divine.
Dancing, with puffy graceful clouds
as flowery smells open heart.
In an airstream present, I am free.
Free, to drift in grace anointing all.
Free, to remember who I am
as all my precious dreams align.
Dreams that root,
in garden of an airstream breath.
StarBG © 2017
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