Inner thoughts

I climb out the window of my own soul

and sit on the cliff of my own nose

Like the thinking man sitting still

Thinking of the prophecy to fulfill

Sharing a sunset with my vessel

God is with us & our shadow

Grounded and chilling

I look down to see the plateau

A Plateau stump, like a giant tree

They say is a mountain, they lied to me

That big old Mountain was a tree

The giants cut selfishly

But they thought it's big, you're small

They don't know my energy at all

They see a speck, like a blackhead pore

IAM sitting and chilling on Mount Rushmore

With The wind and the sun

And Even sprinkles of rain

All the energies know my name

They know my touch

They know my sound

They know when my vessel

Lays on the ground

They pour into me

And I pour into them

We are all one

But IAM their little gem

I honor the Sun, I honor the earth

I honor the moon, I honor the hearth

I honor the elements, I honor the wind

I honor actions. Not just cause your kin.