As I Journey Within
As I journey within I see the many colors of my being.
Brilliant Blues, Ravishing Reds, Peaceful Violets, Warm Yellows, Enticing Oranges, all binding together to form the wonderful rainbow of life.
I hear smooth, sweet rhythms entwining to manifest a beautiful symphony of song.
It’s ecstasy of sound made by music of the soul.
I smell the delightful fragrance of freshly bloomed spring flowers in an open field.
Roses, Daises, Jasmines, Lilies, Tulips, Lavenders, honeyed scents of pleasure expanding in the air.
I feel the soft clouds suspended in the heavens.
Love is all around.
Beauty is mighty abound.
Grace is found in every place.
Peace is made with the whole human race.
Romance is strongly encouraged, and is felt throughout my spirit.
Calm, pure, but yet intimidating, and my nerves tingle with sparks of fire and light.
My mind wanders to places, people dare not to go.
Into the space of the stars and alchemy of the planets which coincide with the millions of cells that I hold.
Positive and negative vibes exchange.
I pick off the vibes of the many people around me with their eyes and mine, their actions and words flowing into my thoughts.
Nature loves me, understands me, and I adore her,
Although at times I may not fully understand her ways.
God is in me, speaking to me, as I walk around the earth and call upon him first.
A gracious wave of crystal ocean water flushes down my spine, and calms my spirit, like music calms my soul.
Sometimes I may fly too high above this plane just with my thoughts and ways of being, and sometimes I wish to come back down to earth,
But I love the way I am, and am still working on that love and confidence I victoriously posses.
When I smile my insides feel cheerful, and radiant, as others around me may notice as well.
Wisdom sits upon a throne as I live and learn from my mistakes and challenges.
Inside me is an artist, a grand masterpiece waiting to be painted, as I take each step into the future, into the infinity of possibilities and time.
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