Through The EYE of Woman
The flavor of the day is seasoned with the experiences of the past; it’s a dish I’m serving the one slated to rule. If you partake, you’ll know what to do. Sit down at the table, get ready to eat. As the aroma pass your lips, slightly part the doorway that lead to your heart, put a napkin in your lap; catch any crumbs that may fall out. Cut and dice in small bites; nibble on a morsel and process.
Let information slowly move through you, allow it nurture your soul and grow. Take care as knowledge trickles past your throat, then pass through every organ infused with the wisdom of the word. When words leave your mouth they will contain the wisdom of your soul.
You’ve feasted on the King’s meal, only the best for the one slated to rule. New leaders emerge and sit rightly fully on the throne; wear the crown of life and fulfill the role you were born into.
The foundation’s been laid. The ground’s solid, It’ll hold you as you tread from this new founded point of view. Move into the light; walk the path of the strong. Powerful as the wind when it moves you to the highest mountaintop; let your voice resound all the way to the ground.