For if such a word were made I could not paint the colors together Nor make the sound of beauty I behold when I look into your eyes~
As you know I write the colors of my soul on paper, my words travel through the atmosphere staining it with velvet whispers of love~
A flower picked before its time will still bloom by force, yet left to bloom on its own is natural~ radiant, unspoiled
There are no coincidences ~ everything has a purpose ...a place & a time ~
"The sage shuns excess, shuns grandiosity, shuns arrogance." ~Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
Fire bridges the gap while history repeats and swords fall at my side as I rise up forging my way calling~front-lining making haste #sage
hru the eyes of our soul we peer with intensity and brilliance to gain knowledge expanding all within and beyond #sage
Stripped, basked in amber essence glowing warmly I move with such ease, into his arms as the depths of forever call like a raging sea #Sage
The sound of love tastes like chocolate, feels like satin against my skin, looks like sunrise and caresses like water, smells divine #Sage
I have some hot words in my head to stain my paper with ~ Thoughts rambling in my head tastes like love as they spill out into air~ #Sage
I am the moon beaming the stargazing blinding in your eyes hazel, I am the beating heart of the rising Phoenix gazing upon her prey#Sage
Gaining my perspective as I'm moving thru tha clouds knocking down giants, talking out loud, warrior spirit abounds Peace to tha Gods #sage