These things feed my soul.
Without them I feel out of control.
Art is my greens,
while music is my black-eyed peas.
Astrology is my soul kitchen,
and then there’s psychic intuition.
Things ingrained within me.
Feelings compelled into motion.
I am Aquarius.
I am an artist.
I am a writer.
I am a musician.
My soul is composed by these ingredients.
Blended by creativity.
Touched by spiritual energy.
There’s so much more than meets the eye.
If we look within,
look around past the physical boundaries.
The consciousness will come,
as long as the window to the soul is open.
This soul food will nourish me.
But only if I give it access to my heart.
This is my journey.
And I choose to eat from this kitchen.