I had no agenda.
\nNo plan, no goal.
\nI was walking with marine Angels and talking to fuchsia orbs.
\nRunning with Elders in the Forest, and masculine mountain views,
\nI will remember every colour, every sacred hue,…
\nAnd every Light of you.<\/p>\n
Living fleshed out Sea-side adventures
\nIntoxicating and all a-new
\nRunning uphill, trailing cliffs with chosen dreams coming true.
\nSharing bubble baths in the vintage pink bathroom
\nSinging a song, with more than a few
\nI will remember every bedroom ocean view.<\/p>\n
It is the sea I take with me
\nIt’s all in the sea.
\nEmotions rise and reach a crest and filigree
\nThere is purpose in the living of ideas,
\nConcepts and dreams.<\/p>\n
Fleshing out imaginations into Being.
\nIt’s in the waves, in the sea, rising in Thee.
\nBreathing through the process, feeling through the journey
\nThose sacred moments better than the dream…
\nThere will be.<\/p>\n
I still have no agenda. No plan. No goal.
\nAnd all around are miracles I see.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I had no agenda. No plan, no goal. I was walking with marine Angels and talking to fuchsia orbs. Running with Elders in the Forest, and masculine mountain views, I will remember every colour, every sacred hue,… And every Light of you. Living fleshed out Sea-side adventures Intoxicating and all a-new Running uphill, trailing cliffs […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":429,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[8],"tags":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n