Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
Until The Last Breath
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Judge a Book by It’s Content
Dandelions in the fields
Weeds that help to heal
Some pull and pluck and kill
The plant is a weed
Something too ill
Not knowing the speed
To cure, mend, and feed
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Judge a book by it’s content
Everything has a purpose and grace
Even in the most forsaken place
The weed thrives, cures, and blooms
History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings
If your hands are full of hate
You can’t receive peace
If your heart is full of bitterness
You have no room for love
If your mind is full of fear
You can’t think of paths as clear
If you hang on to history’s baggage
You can’t fly into promised lands
Sometimes loosing is not a loss
If you are opening and making room
For what is yet to come
What Weights You Down is Not an Anchor
What weights you down
Is not an anchor
When your hands are full
Your heart is empty
Your brain is blinded
Your intuition sidelined
You can’t receive
If you don’t let go
Of what weights you down
To release
Is to receive, and be freed
The Spirit of Words
A word is a note
That can write a song
Heal a scar
Mend the broken
Your thoughts are words
Through intentions you speak
What your third eye sees
Your silence can speak
Mind your thoughts
Mind your words
The Grind 