After the Spirit of New Twists, Contemplation Dawns

If you could hold me

what would your favorite words to me be?

 

The rooted, the rooted are perishable in Me!

 

Willing to reap  …walking the walk

Keep your trouble from the pleasure you seek

Well played are secrets unleashed

I am not looking to be a teacher,

carry a student or anything

 

I woke up in the destiny!

 

Oh Great Power,

wisdom and might

dear your channel

Your curves been

added to me,

the flow of

perfection

 

These are the times recognition is into play

You should keep it, a token of those who reap

  Forget who you are because it’s 

not a choice of brethren

I am stronger for now,

I choose to be