I Breathe Fresh Air To Feed My Soul – A Spiritual Riddle
Current Mood:
Happy & 
Playful
Like dancing leaves of billowed trees…
I delight in the ride of a gentle breeze
I am tickled in my bare existence..
No need to push, pull or bear down in resistance
I breathe fresh air to feed my soul..
And exhale desires to hold control
I dare not stir the pot of mass confusion
That so often arises from exclusion
As refreshing as morning’s dew,
I float like clouds on plains of blue
Ingrained in love, instilled in all of you
No need to cause disharmony…
To choose a side or disagree
So magical, like alchemy…
I calm the qualms of humanity
Bringing forth new insight, bright and clear…
That life is precious, love is dear…
No need to fight, no need to fear!
Let go, Exhale, Release, Release!
Sieze me, and life’s chaos will simply cease
Who am I …? (Click below for Riddle Answer)
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