Thank you for the Choice
A table set for mortal soul,
To each his own and none deny,
That freedom serves an inner goal,
From fruitful choice a butterfly.
How sauerkraut began the day,
Is truth revealed in stages three,
The end reward I have to say,
Is golden light and health for me.
The Choice we have to make each now,
Is love for leavening design,
Or shadow reruns we allow,
And tell our self ‘it was not mine!’.
Forever dreams a path for you,
Thank Salad bowl or victim stew.
Namaste old one. Namaste.
We weave a storybook for your old body to read to your grandchildren. The crystal meth is hurting their playground. How may I touch the true desire of their heart? How may I SERVE THE CHILDREN OF THE LAW OF ONE this day?