Smudging.
Detoxing my viability.
Deep cleaning the besmirched parts of my existence.
I decided to let it burn.
Inhaling the woody fragrance of wisdom and clarity.
Unaware of the powerful ritual I performed daily.
Lighting fire to the aroma,
of harmony and peace.
Igniting my ancestors.
Through the smoke,
they speak to me.
Cleansing my three-dimensional continuum.
Scrutinizing my existence.
Penetrating the deepest parts of me.
Calling on a benevolent quintessence.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.
Repairing all the parts of me.
Drawing in a quiet dignity.
Eliminating negativity.
About the Creator
Adrianne Kirksey
"TURN YOUR PAIN INTO PAPER"
I am just a young grandmother with an old soul.
My goal is to create generational wealth for my family by doing something I love!
Victor's Daughter- AK
"The Writer of all Wrongs"
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