10: Spirituality - Oct 2021


My head feels unfocused,
Casting over the sands of time,
My will feels withered, unable, and benign,
Behaviour swirls cascading, Invisible to the all-seeing eye,
Submissive soul rise up,
Take the garden by the soil,
Feel its richness roar,
Lost into its incandescence and know the way to soar,
Rooted by the story,
Lost in untold glory,
Ready to feel,
Time to heal,
Embrace and unite,
Morning, night and in pure light.

- Lix

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