Air
With a Primal Breath at birth my Spirit is awakened
With the dawn my Spirit soars
With my Spirit in flight, my consciousness grows
My consciousness born on the Wind, becomes thought
With my breath, thoughts becomes words
My words formed by consciousness, are powered by Spirit
It is my Spirit that communicates
It is the Element of Air that connects my Spirit to your Spirit
It is in the connection of Spirits, that Magic grows
The Magic of Air within my Spirit, empowers my consciousness
The Magic of Air connects my Spirit to your Spirit
We are One.
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Copyright © Jennifer Sanfilippo | Year Posted 2018
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