Waking into Purpose

 




From my nights sleep I wake,

At the pleasing of my will, I release wording, skill.

To be, I do, being the answer to a question,

The purpose is my words presented to you.

By speaking arrows for me, into grow and radiating light. 

For if my words never return void,

Being in my Fathers house I imagine about,

Good love growing, spreading, knowing leading pack family, 

My company tribe, who like to fly through skies,

I rocket from space, mind bending time,

opening sesame, star gate. 

Upon the sight, this visioning scene,

Me and my being. 








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