The dew as soft as the morning mist,

turned into flames to hot to spritz.

The thunder as fierce as a hissing cat,

turned into wet mist,

as soft as a mat.

The lightning then rumbled through the hills,

as if to say sorry for the treacherous spills.

And then it was over,

as it never went on,

the spill was silenced,

it was gone.

(Archived poetry from 2003)

Author: raysupjourney

This journey of life that we are currently on, is all about finding who we are, figuring out how to embrace our inner strengths, accepting and healing our weaknesses, and fulfilling our purpose. This journey of mine is all about the upward spiral, toward oneness, with each passing rung of the ladder. I hope this blog helps you out there, in one way or another, because that's what I'm here for. I live a purpose driven/cruelty-free/vegan/optimistic/sugar-free/yoga-fueled/fitness filled/adventure filled life.

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