In sleep, voices waking me up. Voices of fear dancing through me Who are they? What do they want? Is this the only time I can hear?
Ramblings of a Visionary with Cosmic Energy
The physical pains they show up. I hold them within my hands. What are they trying to say? What are they creating?
How can I dance. My wings are soiled. On a body of great weight My thoughts have taken the wrong exit. On tracks that are overgrown and broken What is the healing journey about?
Looking for your mission or purpose? Today I offered my neighbor a plantain, told him how to cook it and shared something he never knew about. Today, I changed the world, one fruit at a time.
Hope is not something that is elusive or only in times of trouble. Hope is a seed, spread far and wide.