The magnetic lure of women’s caring, calls forth our souls where love is daring. We share our thoughts,

Old ways are fading respectfully, discretely, into history’s bowels, until finally excreted as fertilizer’s gift

Here I sit In Nature’s bosom drinking in her refreshing air leaving my fears and cares behind. I feel her love

Looking inward from our mind’s eye, the third eye of wisdom feels the image from the right bra… and step by step, bears

These times are challenging! About that we are sure. We watch our spending. Cause bills we abhor. We used to charge it

OUR EARTH REVOLVES A… CONTINENTS FORMES AN… AFRICA WAS THE FIRST…

I was conceived in mutual love, nourished with loving care, educated with academic focus, employed in our Government Faire. Rooted in ancestral reality,

The symbols shown and shorn. The poem written as required. Scorpio’s sun and moon almost in e… a gentle sign that I am born yet bear my seed in another realm.

It’s in our Souls when we begin to see ourselves fro… It’s in our Souls when we remember parents, heritage… It’s in our Souls

The art of love reverses hate and treads the path of soul’s own fate. To become a part

Our earth is balanced in the air we share. As it moves around our sun... we care. We act in daylight.

A cherished life is a challenged l… which meets whats in store. When we sit a lot an fret a lot we overwhelm and we bore. Life is the circuitry

Our mother Who art within us Honored be thy name. Thy wisdom come. Thy heart be won