We produce fruits unknown to our own choosing; first fruits in root, they plant into us.
Tag: Spirit Writing
The Idea Wasn’t Mine To Begin With
Every time I put something on display I pray to find how to cope With what it is I nearly wrote
I Read It Before It Was Wrote
Receiving a silent language It’s so real really familiar The feel and the scene A realm in a dream
Telepath En-Tap
Strike cordially I’m an empath of sound I rejuvenated to strike the Master Art I’m a matriarch of sound
You And Me Were Silent Writing In Matrimony
I have this limit I have this crazy limit God a soul train vision to the shelter of wisdom I was passionate with my dreams and them being filled Billing the epiphany that led the Will God said I harvest you pleasing the fact you choose to interact You light my map amidst the gap…
Aubrey's Arch 