Poets

We the People', whom everyone is treated equal, breathing into being and teaching with new meaning. Freed from the greed of Babylon now we march as one into Zion, Children of the Rising Sun. Freedom in thy kingdom we protect, through our differences we learn and earn, yours and my respect. All day dreamers, healers, believers in a land of divine divas, dancing, vibrationally matching to what is

Wilderness within, inner voice I listen, emotional guidance system, intuition of my yin.. Reaping the benefits of meditation, segregation from a chaotic generation of a troubled nation.

(My friend in Light; T.W.) Indigo jilted children that feel rage, are rattling the cage and discovering better ways to engage, creating a higher stage and joyful ways to earn a wage through loving eyes of a sage.