I begin to open when all else brings me down,

Has my spirit been torn where I can't find my crown.

I cleanse myself with peaceful warmth from the candle lit light

Embracing every element that wispers in the nite.

Shadows on my spirit, line the image of self

Withering energies can  help untie my doubt.

Alien my centers and color my Soul

There is nothing that can make me grow old.

So many tools that I may not have found

But living in the day of moment

My feet firmly upon the ground.

We may find ourselves in one or more lives

Acting in charactor and seizing our clowns.

When we come against the grain that has hendered our style

We stand up again brushing off denials.

 When we find ourselves in harms way of despair

We can open our spirit and remove all fears.