Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Dear Miss Universe,

An oracle visited me in a dream last night
Told me I must learn to let go
Don't be scared any more
I will have everything

If we hang too tight
We risk strangling possibility
Tie it down before it grows
Choke before it takes breath

Exhale
Let faith lead you
It's all going to be okay
I promise

We become everything we say we are
So speak it all into existence
Like calm after the storm
It will come

Life is conspiring
In ways which we cannot see
Write a passage on the Universe's lining
Trust she will make way

New age theory, maybe
Bit I speak in my spirit's language
I can't help it
It's the God in me

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