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
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
Kenzie's Desk 