The coin flipped before my eyes
It looked right through me:
Feel your growth
Unlimited strenght and love.
Being you the queen over it
The one guiding the ship
Towards the source.
In this infinite present
Where the soul forever is
Intertwined with all that is energy
And the timeless flowers of April.
YOU ARE READING
The path to self
PoetryThese poems are about self ownership. Rising above limitations by diving inside the ocean of the psych and meeting with source; the self.
