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thee of lower coin, enlight footing upon Gaia

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an enlight footing upon Gaia

thee of fewer coin

belly full and a warm bed,

art thy belly empty?

belly full and a warm bed,

doth thee a warm dwelling?

belly full and a warm bed,

doth thee a restful slumber upon sleep?

bereft of coin for daily needs,

the bitter cold of winter winds,

hath numbed thou fingers.

find a land upon Gaia,

enlight a steadfast mission to build,

wood, mud, straw, and steel elements of Gaia,

a tiny home warm dwelling.

thee of fewer coin,

an enlight dwelling be devoid of an impinge for coin,

as it breaths with sun juice and water from air,

pray be your sustenance,

lay gently growing roots upon a mosaic of flitting fish,

aspiring tesselate of reflect sun light upon thy face.

thee of fewer coin,

that thy coin for a warm bed be a hundred fold less,

that thy belly be full from coin saved.

that thy entitle to land and home with,

sun juice,

water from air.

embrace Gaia,

and stave shackles of heavy coin,

years of life taken by contract,

when the elements of Gaia,

hath lay bare before thee,

with,

thy spirit, 

thy eyes, 

thy hands, 

build.

thee of fewer coin,

that thou may measure a day in life express,

a stick with greater meaning,

as Rand piques,

of what is man’s worth?

so may you ask,

pray be light a day’s demand,

shall i awaken with the sun?

which mint stick will bare a sweeter tea to thy?

hath thy partaken with a neighbor a trade of thine herbs for potatoes?

hath thine child taken thou book again to read stealthily below the tree?

thee of fewer coin,

hath thy fallen far?

pray be with thy falling,

there be a spark inspire.

thee of fewer coin,

thee who hath taken to wheel from sunrise to sunset,

to dwell in a place of wage,

now dwell freely upon a tiny home,

a body, mind, and spirit aligned with Gaia,

a ponder,

a question of yore,

what is thy worth?

in fairness,

dare ye pique,

worth to whom?

all whom’s and concomitant ancestry,

these hath been all of Gaia,

therein,

let whom be a wellness with Gaia

a realign of Rand’s question,

what be thy wellness with Gaia?

thoust gaze on a sunset,

a reflect rest on thine tiny home porch,

a sweet warm mint tea in hand,

of window sill harvested,

seeped after a boiled water,

thine wellness with Gaia,

that been a oneness with Gaia.

thee of fewer coin,

in thine health of body, mind, and spirit lay thy greatest wealth.

that thee may hath fewer choices,

be they with life express,

to dwell in a tiny home as this,

be an awakening with Gaia,

and more so,

an awakening of what is not of Gaia.

an isle walk by items of sustenance,

hath only a few,

a life force awakening with Gaia.

thee of fewer coin,

cast aside all cleverness of materials,

ask thee only one question,

will thy body, mind, and spirit fair well,

upon a mint plant rooted,

in the soiled ashes,

of thine now burnt tiny home?

thy spirit rejoice upon awakening,

to a wide expanse of rolling hills,

sprouting life expressions.

hath ye forgotten,

to endear oneself to this land of Gaia,

and only then,

design, build, and dwell,

flow life expresses with Gaia?

thee of fewer coin,

hath thy exclaimed,

i am cold!

hath any one care?

hath not mine kind expressed a learnt lesson,

thine wellness begins with being one upon a land of Gaia,

only then,

to aspire a build of thy design,

to dwell in delight of chirps,

warmth of morning sun,

a snow capped mountain aloft,

and upon dusk,

a restful slumber in warm bed comfort.

thee of fewer coin,

this land of Gaia be a dwelling path to freedom,

to life express in a day as  thee see fit.

thoust first freedom be,

a dwelling upon a land of Gaia.

thoust second freedom be,

a shield,

comfort from elements of Gaia,

the rain,

the cold,

the snow,

the wind.

that this tiny home shield hath,

sun juice, 

water from air.

thoust third freedom be,

a day of serenity,

fertile to nurture thoughts,

open to kind acts,

pray be this day,

a dawning sun warm,

one taking from and returning to Gaia.

therein these freedoms,

thoust be one with Gaia.

from the exponent of knowledge of thine kind,

aspire a few designs materialize in mine tiny home,

to be closer to Gaia,

embraced by a warm sun juice blanket,

an enticed water droplet from air.

thee of fewer coin,

saunter to thine sprout jar,

upon window sill,

bathed in sun juice morn,

seedlings sprouting stem and root,

a symphony of effervescent stems,

each praying in arched clasped leafs,

a delight feast of bio-alive nutrient,

each bite,

a plosive life force,

rejoice thine body, mind, and spirit,

a saved time of wheeled transport,

a saved two fold of coin,

a saved stout vigor in day,

a saved life force of breath.

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