I sing harmonies with passing leaves
and walk through woods to remember
the plush landscape of the eternal mother is
True reality under branches, floating on water,
rustling ferns
Home is a magnet to my soul that weaves me to and fro
I dip toes under waves ready to pull me under
with a heart light from freedom
anything feels possible
as I recognize each desire is a compass
pointing the way to Destiny.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
I sing harmonies with passing leaves
and walk through woods to remember
the plush landscape of the eternal mother is
True reality under branches, floating on water,
rustling ferns
Home is a magnet to my soul that weaves me to and fro
I dip toes under waves ready to pull me under
with a heart light from freedom
anything feels possible
as I recognize each desire is a compass
pointing the way to Destiny.
