Sacred Rebel, I Know...

Sacred Rebel, I know...
​Even when the storms come and you stand with few trees around you, your branches will always reach the nutrients you crave.
I know, people question your ways and still, you are just approaching enlightened awareness.
Don't try to be appropriate. Allow that old bug to fly out of you. 
I know, your eyes open, your hands reach, your legs stretch, and your heart wonders, " how was this wild breathed into me?"
Dearest Sacred Rebel, this burning flame of Truth and passion was ignited within you when the wolves howled your birth into existence.
You proclaimed to step on this complex Earth with mismatched shoes, criss crossed tights and a floppy uneven hat stating, "I am born to be Different."
Don't stop the wild electricity of creativity that pumps through your being making you a conduit for miracles and synchronicity to drop in and launch your life into a new paradigm eager to be expressed. Sacred Rebel, I know.

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