My mind is a field Waiting for your Divine body to lay in it. To roll in it To dance and make love in it To sing praises, or shouts of invigoration To plant seeds of strength or Blow whispers of truth into the wind
Month: January 2015
Greatness
I am a mush of greatness this morning Like oatmeal – with too much maple syrup Longing to seep everywhere and penetrate your salty skin Longing to weigh heavy on your scattered thoughts like a blanket of sweet truth “It is all here.”... I would whisper into your cold ears “It is all here just … Continue reading Greatness