Sometimes I miss sleeping outside.
Resting in time with the earth,
Waking to the wind or the rain or snow
Gently prodding me awake.
Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Sometimes I miss sleeping outside.
Resting in time with the earth,
Waking to the wind or the rain or snow
Gently prodding me awake.
I actually got some sleep
For the first time in a while,
Fortifies my being
One hour at a time.
Interesting this method you chose to energize
As if to say,
“Just stop moving
So I can move through you.”
– Vagabond Prophet