poetic soil

i remembered how I'd give the earth what mattered to me, never shy to express myself fully. and that's how it honestly begin, a experience that journeyed me off beyond the world I was use to. so I buried my shadowy prayers far past the walls of this large womb, a familiar sense of sureness swifted by wind. because I was completely knowing that my seal would arrive and be sought as importance. and from there, the only thing I ever felt was right would to continue forth in divine light and soul. to focus profoundly on the things that are before me, taking my own time to achieve a purpose so honorable that time could never be of issue. the heart is what causes the senses of emotions to be felt, it is how yo u understand yourself and your true being. so that's where I begin operating my own responsibility of change, by using my organic heart to be of divine guidance on my path. and as the mothers of the garden which sits beneath my feet to hold me steady and strong begin to awaken the universes divine beings to help make of my prayers, I'd only be as natural and divine as can be . so that the living remains in slumber as each is passed by judgment by Lady Liberty, weather or not they'dver