When the dots decide to sparkle
Behind the curtain of my lashes
The deep notes of the Shamans drum
Put me in a deeper trance.
When the soul departs my body
And decides to take a walk
All I see is spirits ‘round me
Who are always willing to talk.
Some a burly, tall, and mighty
Others shadowy, dark, and deep
But none of them have surprised me
As much as the one I have in me.
When I look at each of them
I realize that each is a mirror of what I feared
And all I can then see is the healing happening
Expressed in myriad of ROYGBIV hues,
Coming straight out of my heart.
Once you decide to accept yourself
And the calling you once thought false
You finally learn to let your colors sparkle
Without letting others dim your spark.
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Paulina
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