My Transforming Self 3/24/2014

Young me.

Her soul voices desire through art

Mimicking sound with live color

Her heart beats, thumps, bum bum

The pulse is relaxed, the mind laps

Soul of light- never ending energy

Echoes of figments bounce around

Living water and spirits rejoice

Known not to captivity, known freedom.

Soul is so filling, she fills space

She breaks laws of time

She swirls through the earth

She’s not confined, no not confined

She is soul, a beauty no one can control.

She voices herself with art

Speaking with her eyes

Luring all possible life; she is life.