Being on earth is a carousel ride
that goes up-and-down,
North, South, East, and West.
Payment for such ride is gratitude.
The carousel conductor starts ride
with my breath that aligns in moment.
I am galloping on a rainbow horse,
up a grand mountainside.
Blossoming trees on either side.
Wind blowing hair with gentle energies.
An occasional shower
with darken clouds pass quickly.
Freedom is mine,
as love infused music plays.
It's the music of my heart.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
Being on earth is a carousel ride
that goes up-and-down,
North, South, East, and West.
Payment for such ride is gratitude.
The carousel conductor starts ride
with my breath that aligns in moment.
I am galloping on a rainbow horse,
up a grand mountainside.
Blossoming trees on either side.
Wind blowing hair with gentle energies.
An occasional shower
with darken clouds pass quickly.
Freedom is mine,
as love infused music plays.
It's the music of my heart.
Inspired from chat with Nadia- thanks
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