Travel Through
Travel through
Travel through your own mud.
Dig down –
don’t be afraid.
Tramp through.
Layer of skin below,
scratched and wet.
No ego, no agenda.
Tap into the message of beauty.
Cleansing will reveal,
push out the truth.
True ring true.
Stop it chattering at you.
Push the mulling, brooding
thoughts aside…
through to inner core.
Through to inner core
thoughts aside…
Push the mulling, brooding,
stop it chattering at you.
True ring true,
push out the truth.
Cleansing will reveal,
tap into the message of beauty.
No ego, no agenda.
Scratched and wet
layer of skin below.
Tramp through.
Don’t be afraid.
Dig down –
travel through your own mud.
Copyright © Gail Gilbride Bohle | Year Posted 2014
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