Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Crown.

Look with me.
See with me.
Be free with me.
Be Here Now.

I have a new rhythm.
I heard a new rhyme.
Mint, mugwort, cinnamon, and thyme.
I concluded it was my Time.

Cords unravel.
The body breaks down.
Motion carries like a feather in the wind.
I can't stop my gut from making my ears pound.

Oh the Sound.
Do hear it?
Do you smell it?
I can see it; I can eat it.

My shackles are falling down.
Its time to Breathe.
Its time to Feel.
Its time to dust off my Crown.

Be Ready.
Be Real.
Be Raw.
Be You.

Do It.
Now.

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