Ode to my source
I look back at the traveled journey,
And I stand in humbling awe, my Lord.
Still irresolute: whether it was indeed my reality
Let praise utter from my tender heart
For you have been so gracious to me,
My rock of salvation, grower to my latent seeds
Your mighty spirit endlessly
Guides me through dreaded paths
Let your likeness be shown: unto others,
Almighty force – to be reckoned with
Nothing lives up to your character
That effortlessly renews my wits
Your presence kindly showed me
How to become the forsaken child
That knew no bounds to happiness
Before culture took hold of its gentleness
Levitate and Radiate 