A Long Journey

I asked the heavens for change and the birds flew my way.  Afterward a hawk danced above me, and then landed on a tree branch just overhead.  He stands for MESSENGER, and I feel it inside of me and around me.  Maybe Muncie, IN, will see some changes tonight.  Study and you will lead the nations in a kingdom about to come.  It is felt in my lungs, but I do not betray with my eyes.  I am ready to face the hot coals with my fluffy black coat.  A black cat may seem like a beautiful muse in this moment.  Maybe poetry does not lead in your brain, but it can let out and touch the insane of everyone as a new shield is the reality for protectors in the atmosphere, but not for me.  I continue to respond to a my neighborhood with the constant work and timing of perfect Chung Moo Quan.  The constant flow creates a safety without violence.  Many cops on the scene this week.  Look over your shoulder and please and thank you is always me.  Maybe now I will sleep tonight when I turn off the light.  I put my head down on the new satin pillow case my brother and sister in law gave me for Christmas.  The body pillow they also delivered creates a feeling like I am no longer alone.  I still do not betray and turn away from my beautiful pink bunny.  Always on my left side, he holds my body in line, and my soul feels just fine.  I move onto a sun dial and look forward to the mark that my soul will feel and heal that day in February.  Constant and everlasting amen.