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"Animals Share with Us the Privilege of Having a Soul"                                                  -Pythagoras- I've got a sonoran soul, a wild cat soul, a soul that lives for sunsets. That runs with jagged teeth, Until one corner of the Earth meets the next. I've got a feirce soul, A passionate soul, A soul that howls, until everyones been fed. A red, red, red, orange, amber soul that Rips and Bites and loves so fiercly that often it hides away, Just like Ernest Hemingway said: " The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed." But destroyed I am NoT, I've got a soul that rOcks me, quAkes me, and shaKes me from my sleepy grave. I've got a soul that doesn't give up, I've got a strong soul, a tigress, a sassy ***** a roaring stormin fire sista!! And I've got a spirit... A spirit that hums like a soft love bird, a spirit that loves to lie in backs of hippie vans and watch the sweet dangle of ornaments. A spirit that listens, that wraps my arms around my chest,  a spirit that calmly braids my hair, a spirit that washes me like the oceans tides that roll over vast sands to cleanse the gentle earth. A spirit that caresses, soothes and nurtures. A spirit that lives for the sunrise, a spirit that coos as the day lifts over mama cedar. So the soul lives for sunsets, the spirit for sunrise, and I, At the stillness of my core, I live for the darkness that happens between the two worlds.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
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"Animals Share with Us the Privilege of Having a Soul"                                                  -Pythagoras- I've got a sonoran soul, a wild cat soul, a soul that lives for sunsets. That runs with jagged teeth, Until one corner of the Earth meets the next. I've got a feirce soul, A passionate soul, A soul that howls, until everyones been fed. A red, red, red, orange, amber soul that Rips and Bites and loves so fiercly that often it hides away, Just like Ernest Hemingway said: " The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed." But destroyed I am NoT, I've got a soul that rOcks me, quAkes me, and shaKes me from my sleepy grave. I've got a soul that doesn't give up, I've got a strong soul, a tigress, a sassy ***** a roaring stormin fire sista!! And I've got a spirit... A spirit that hums like a soft love bird, a spirit that loves to lie in backs of hippie vans and watch the sweet dangle of ornaments. A spirit that listens, that wraps my arms around my chest,  a spirit that calmly braids my hair, a spirit that washes me like the oceans tides that roll over vast sands to cleanse the gentle earth. A spirit that caresses, soothes and nurtures. A spirit that lives for the sunrise, a spirit that coos as the day lifts over mama cedar. So the soul lives for sunsets, the spirit for sunrise, and I, At the stillness of my core, I live for the darkness that happens between the two worlds.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
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