Friday the 13th of may 2011 >>> 13 letting go, surrender, endings that lead to new beginnings lead to transformation Sleep gave itself to me last night. No quivering little dog. Question.... When was the last time you noticed that conversation deepened your knowing about the world within you? I woke up with this little ditty right on the tip of my voice. There’s no way baby the altered crazy feeds my land I’m a tree top thinker A moon soaked feeler Finding my way to clear It’s not in the not wanna or the zing that zooms over my land I’m a tree top thinker A moon soaked feeler Feeling my way to clear It’s on the altar of moss and dirt I play that’s my land I’m tree top thinker A moon soaked feeler Writing my way to clear When the dive goes deep The swim is to the share of my land I’m a tree top thinker A moon soaked feeler witnessing my way to clear It’s in the choices that consequence stands I decide the lay of my land I’m a tree top thinker A moon soaked feeler singing my way to clear writing my way to clear feeling my way to clear finding my way to clear
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