With recipe of life, I colonize mind setting up red flags to recognize the ego ingredient that doesn't blend well to serve my highest good.
My recipes includes a dash of love, a cup of swirling dreams and plenty of seasoning from emotions.
Time to cook and baste my mind with intention of thoughts.
WALA! The poem concoction is done. Feast away readers, feast away
Started this a while ago. ITS RARE TO FIND ONE UNDONE AS I WRITE SO QUICKLY. (oppsie caps on) Time to complete it with dancing fingers and a flick of wrist.