Sunny Thai musings, sitting in the bed, early in the morn, parts of me reborn, with echoes of the flip flops flapping on the bay. Imagination bags filled to brim with blessings had and sun so bright it shone right out my bum. Shiva’s spiral eyes peeping up in sands below, praying mantis visiting; reminders to go slow and move only with the flow. Days connected, in full power, others eager, sweet n sour, losing time immersed in flowers. Beginning gentle fruity mornings, dancing as the days are dawning and beautiful new friends shining their light, giving daily embraces warm and tight. Sometimes days were harder, times feverish in bed, from frustration I was led, to alchemical healing hall, a playground for transforming all, and pushed right to my edge. Final night in paradise, Bobby’s chocolate cake at ‘Spice’, still lingers on my lips. Giggly gangsta rap-off under the full moon, making crazy tunes, provoked by tall and cheeky bubbly Irish bearded loon. Arriving still arriving, landing back inside, integrating magic and shedding bits that died. Dancing in this gratitude, thanking life and all of you.
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