I Reap What I Sow
Meditation does not merely work for me
It uplifts me in a quintessential spiritual way
I am able to release my conscious to initiate self-hypnosis.
This reach into the upper limits is a wavering line.
When I am in my meditative relaxed state things happen
That do not happen when I have not released myself
Sometimes I feel gusts of energy whip in and out
Over my head, under my arms, faster and faster.
My hands often begin circulating like windmills
Faster and faster and faster and faster and faster
I have no need to stop this impulsive energy
It is a reflection of my spiritual self
When I am in touch with my soul self,
the best parts of myself live a joy I cannot get anywhere else
My day is full of happiness and gladness.
A reminder that I am a spirit person trapped in this flesh body.
The negativity in the world shuns away from me.
She senses my aura
Likewise, the positivity runs toward me with open arms
I reap what I sow.
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