flows freely in Me.
The depth that I give sits and waits
for Me, to jump back in.
Oh the pleasure it is
just to be.
Me.
Pure power.
Pure potential.
Truth.
A melding of music.
Environment to contain, co-create, resonate.
My heart listens and waits,
discerning the wisdom to chose
Me.
My sound.
My contribution.
My song, a dance.
Allowing me to demonstrate.
My demon.
Me.
It is all Love.
There is no other, no evil.
I get to chose.
Me.
Signed,
Eternally, Love.
H'Jae Mama! 
love.
love.
love.
this is such inspiration.
thank you…..
thank you! to inspire you is a very touching thought. *YOU* are so amazing! the art that you are and create… inspires me to become the deeper me that I am, and yet the me that I fear. I’ll get through that eventually….
Last night my intention =
hello. good-bye.
Your blog and The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying are the things I’m reading.
breathe in. breathe out.
Wow. I share really good reading-company. 🙂
I have that on my shelf. I think I shall have a peek at it too.
Gracias hermana!