Sometimes I want to share every letter and word of my writing. Leave out not one syllable, fragmented sentence, explanation, detail of my message, my imaginative spiritual real universe. I want you to be exposed to every single fabric of it. I fear, though, it could be overwhelming to read. But, overwhelmingly, I want you to hear every single fragment of me. And never get tired of the tune you’re listening to; and never get tired of what it is I produce.
Liberty
Liberating
Liberate me
You’re streaming in my river lately
Stream in my river, take me
A little chant to keep the waters going
If I make it stop, the stream will cease flowing
I want to do what I want to do
And I don’t want to do that
We should do what we’re going to; why paddle back?
I’ve never felt this fire beneath until you swam around
Rose me by watering the soil of my grounds
I’m rising up, yet falling down
To praise and worship you
Still. It is how I bloom.
You nourish my roots when it is raining.
. . .
Do you see what I’m saying?
My heart wants to be here, go and beat.
I don’t want to lose my breath;
Instead, relax and breathe.
And let what comes naturally
Have its way, take its place in space.
And time never moves fast enough to reach the filling,
But it is all right here if I slow down to feel it.
And live it.
Forgive.
Embody compassion.
Role – patience.
Grow with diligence
Love. Love. Love.
Pull His words to paint the picture bright to exude light.
Knowing, without doubt, that I will be fed
like a
Dove. Dove. Dove.
Trust without limits and believe there’s no other option.
Because when you look up. Beyond. Above.
You will see that e v e r y t h i n g can and will always be done.
That’s what happens when you let Him flow through me endlessly.
And you . .
Two.
∞ ∞ ∞
T A H I R I H K Y A N N A 
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