Every morning my unborn mind awakens
TO smell change in air
TO expand breath
TO ride bronco of light.
It cries to be free from ego
It yearns to move in harmony.
My baby child calls
for source to fill her cup
WITH god’s energy
WITH dreams
WITH my own awakening of self.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Every morning my unborn mind awakens
TO smell change in air
TO expand breath
TO ride bronco of light.
It cries to be free from ego
It yearns to move in harmony.
My baby child calls
for source to fill her cup
WITH god’s energy
WITH dreams
WITH my own awakening of self.
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