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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