Setting new perimeters, expanding out.
Rome is mobile
Thoughts are in the air and I swim through them for fun, round and round we never know till we know.
The other morn I walked through the clouds where Jupiter and I exchanged glances with nuance.
Cone of Power on my head
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Be still and Listen
One day I will tell you a story
The Left Hand of our Father
On the eighth day
“He causes the winds to blow and the rain to fall”
Recall from which you came, sing glory in the Name
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From where we came we will be again
The left hand of our Father
This morning, quietly, the lion woke.
She stretched her arms wide in her kings bed.
Thunder rolled over head with the first taste of fall in the air.