Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Little feet sleepwalk on the hardwood floor between worlds creating a whisper of a wisp as they run. Childhood laughter hides in every corner haunting me. How I would die to see them again. How I would give my soul to see them whole.
Look at all these little ones
Made from me of you
Genetics run deep
Something I know you knew
The gift of the reader
The teller of stories
The passion of makers
They all hold your glory
We are your kinship
Although not worth your day
Your kingdom is here
I protect what you slay
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 