Their Mess Is Theirs To Deal With....

Little by little... All Feathers of my wings he took... Just the shroud of my soul That emanates light & love remains Someday... You too shall know! What is to die...Only to be Reborn... In Love Again! . On my lips, he’s kissed me with life... Burnt desires as His Vibhuti suffuses all painful cries, Their Mess is theirs to deal... Not mine...Now on this plane of Consciousness...Coco & I bloom lotuses through our minds . To the sound that rings through thy soul- Listen! For its Vibrations are not of this world & it’s Healing lies within your every pore Through 20years of chronic illness, this voice has grown stronger, it’s the truth of me that always has my highest good. Where through this illness all doors of world are shut, it speaks of soothing energy of water, it speaks hydrate let water wash away all that’s not needed The more people leave through pain, the more stronger this voice gets. It always has a solution even through my worst of moments, calm-soothing, it says see I’m ready to open A New Door, Listen, stay tuned to me as Coco. The reason why any animal on earth carry this soothing energy is cause they are constantly tuned to it. Their Mess Is Theirs to Deal with, Mine is to Listen & Paint! . ©️ Meghna/2020