Thinking myself to when I was little. Helping me choose, my path in the middle.
Now it’s become, abundantly clear, the light growing in me, replaces the fear,
Working its way down, deep inside, processing things, I could never abide.
With trickle of truth flowing in my ear. Reveals all that’s hidden, both far and near.
Feelings in me of oneness and bliss, like a continuous wave of my very first kiss.
Sharpness of mind and improving ones health, means paying it forward and repairing yourself.
Sharpness of mind and improving ones health, means paying it forward and repairing yourself.
Doing these things, while holding them dear, vibrating higher, pulling destiny near.
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Author:
Steve Goldenfort (
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- Published: August 27th, 2023 07:06
- Category: Unclassified
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