I hear the birds once again on my windowsill reminding me of the new day reminding me that all things are possible The cool breeze captures a piece of my soul wisking it away as to connect with my twin flame in search of the other half I close my eyes and I see the other me beautiful words are your clay molding imaginations visions the maybes I exhale knowing you are there as my soul still searches for the other me the divine masculine duality I still hear the birds on my windowsill on watch whispering you're on your way twin flame August 8, 2008 - inspired by reading too much metaphysical stuff last night.... needs so more work.....will modify later. This is the first breath.....
Journey through Lucidity