Wrist Beads. An ode to Mantras.
Gentle path light my way
My existence, my soul to take
Let the trees tell my stories of old
Greet my choices, let me be bold
My footsteps to be warm and long
The decisions to find me for I am strong
May love cover everything within myself
Dust the cobwebs inside my mind’s shelf
Rediscover hope when there is none
Make all tall tales of me when breaths are done
When doubt discovers my location
A sense of kindness, blooms my creations
If I am lonely, grant me a choice
To where others hear anthems within my voice
Lastly to steady my friends when they have drown
My actions to help them not be lost but found
Love in all corners
Stronger together
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especially love the “tall tales” in “Make all tall tales of me when breaths are done”
Thank you 🙂
a great ode “to steady my friends when they have drown”
Thank you 🙂