It was the start; the beginning of the words. The outpour was sporadic but nevertheless the vision divine. Somewhere down the road they became the goal and the journey. And now here they speak..
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Opening up
Join your hands together Go on say a prayer Unlock all the burdens in your chest With a breath and whisper Surrender them all above Something exists not seen so learn to give and most importantly to receive.
I am a wanderer; who lives in many minds, many lands, many spaces. I am the beginning and the end; am all and am nothing. No I am not god, just someone who loves words, silences and contradictions.
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