Fueling My Spirit
The grounding nature of morning rituals
Good morning new day,
cresting waves hit my shore.
Hiding me no more.
Balancing, I pose,
freeing my mind to the sky.
An ocean of fire.
Good morning new day,
cresting waves hit my shore.
Hiding me no more.
Balancing, I pose,
freeing my mind to the sky.
An ocean of fire.
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