inside morning breaths
I ready self for new day,
putting thoughts and intentions into gear
Excitement builds to drive
on road of unknown.

Mind moves pedal-like feet.
Transmission of heart in vessel purrs.
Breath adjusts gear stick in mind.

L - loving life’s experiences with gratitude.
O -  opening heart to love energies.
V - veering away from judgement or fear.
E - expanding into dreams.

Inside morning breaths
I align to move with
Gods Power Steering
Don’t leave home without it.
It leads way with self as copilot.

I stand at the altar of my life.
My podium that which is see...
our Divine Mother Earth.
sacred sky and sea.
I stand at the altar of my breath,
connecting to all the endless possibilities inside day.

I dance at the alter of my dreams.
My podium the self.
The one who's filed with love.

I sat before a screen
alone, faceless
with icons
plastered on wall
as if paintings.

Wind blew
making air’s
swirling winds
entered lungs.

Sun casted its shadow
as breath centered in self.
As fingers were readied
to swim on cobble-like stone keyboard.

Air was sweet with fresh coffee
and mind expanded
while heart opened to love
that sung within.

Time to reach out to friends
in the invisible viral world.

Time to drift on highways
of the written word
to send energies of love
to communicate

Purpose...To open the portal of love
so all can feel it inside themselves.
To celebrate the moment of great change.

To make a difference
toward a fellow human.

Inside the juxtaposition
of happy and sad,
fearful and calm,
wisdom and ignorance,
we balance...
not to let ego's confusion
and lack of truth
get an upper hand.

It’s a game we play,
inside spirits desire
for adventure.
Inside moments
as we march in fields
of ones Divine life,
carrying ammunition of love.

Life is hard
not a picnic
on road walked for peace.
A constant war
to align with love.
To grab hold of an angels hand,
is at hand.

Music for balance
attempts to anchor
in ears.
head battles with heart
heart with mind
outside voices with ethics.

Life is hard sometimes
who will win?
whose ever suppose to
as music moves in airways
of wind.

Hands tap to beat of heart.
Breath engages with deep inhale
as if tuning up human instrument.

Music commences from voice.
Its all good with intention
even if I sing off key.