your soul knows your soul ……………knows how to take that 1st breath that 1 that takes you from rest to wake the 1 that allows you to stretch the 1 that eases pain and stress your soul ……………knows
BG deliver yourself – April New Moon give birth to a new you breathe into this moment not the next or the last be present in this task be alert be aware be cognizant of your passions your
BG Sunday mantra she claimed the day for herself not willing to share a moment or two she claimed her space surrounding herself in comfort not willing to share she claimed a victory beating the negativity that haunted her daily
beyond boundaries there is an eeriness when the soul wakes from slumber attempting to identify the surroundings observing as if for the 1st time feeling the cool of the moon as it subsides feeling the fog
eat a poem savor me relish my cadence let the effectiveness flavor your day verse that is seasoned with the salty ocean breeze spiced with lascivious slices of life devour me taste my lyrical lines let the tang
jump start broken ………… not shattered the pieces still fit together and stick when glued a little rough around the edges still able to be sanded smooth frayed …………not unraveled a wee bit torn
