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.

blues, female