Becoming the Sky word Me

 



I choose to be the new me each day, every way. 

The I who learned to fly masterful loving thoughts to heaven. 

To return beautiful words tilling pictures moving images,

In my mind I see you better then you present be, 

Ideally perfectly dominant over we us I, thee.  

Me. 

Each day I choose being Art Baby Blue,

Mastering flight, in love and mind’s sights,

Thoughts soaring high, seeds beaming sparks,

Tilling the air, painting pictures from thy heart.

I see you as more than you seem,

Lifting you higher in my living dream.

Perfectly dominant, rising above,

We, us, I—the union growing love.

Sow when the sun shines through,

Blessing, loving you,

Enjoying every day looking skyward to see,

 I fly becoming the best beautiful better being, Me.







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