I am an exquisite blender of spice, and many a fancy tonic, i make
A seeker, a finder, everyday a little kinder,
A mover and a shaker, ill Vinyasa, align, and straighten ya,
I’ll rub out your knots, make your tissues feel fine,
I’ll pick you apart in my darkest days,
I’ll annihilate you in a dark moment.
And hate myself later,
Who Am I.
Not even close to who I've been, and hopefully chipping myself down to air.
It’s never a better time to let go.
Paradox and whimsy, everyday enlighten my soul.
I am nothing.
In that woodsy whimsical forest,
Of the dreams of a child.
Thoughts manifest to reality.
The power of Maya.
A little girl all dressed up,
In grown up clothes.
Pray everyday for the light,
Stay in the zone,
Do you feel it now?
How about now…..