I try to keep it to myself. But then I realize I need to tell it to something so I can hear and see the scene through each sense so it can integrate properly. Writing, my sanctuary. A key worth sharing. A note, wrote between the seams, a piece folded into an airplane and sent to DeVine. Burnt from my mind. Released to become as it will be, if not for me, may the blessing find all in need. Let me see the wave manifesting. Miracles and happenings surprising to each. Include me, write me into your lovestory. Eagles wings, you promised to soar with me. I still believe, and see the signs. The guide under the skin I wear religiously. Let me shift and change, to exist as is written. Let me embody my name, and enjoy the fruits of the journey. Not saying this has to be for anyone but me, but it’s the way I’m finding. I love to experience life through each portal given to me.
A living breathing beam of life. Little lights bouncing between dimensions, sometimes without comprehension, in and out, resulting in thought pollution, residue they never knew, until it’s quicksand swallowed them by the shoes. Tossed between, magic or mayhem two hands, one body resting between. Spectrums found internally, energy, wearing a body. Wherever they meet fire, water, earth, and wind happens on levels above comprehension.
According to plan, a blueprint unfolding. I’ll say it again as I’m going, until it shakes free the stars constelling with me. All wandering into place for a view of the finale. Their shared constellation a beautiful sight to sense with everything. Combusting, dancing, peaks, and valleys. A steady heartbeat. Mostly no words are needed, actions and play, say everything. All day doing what comes naturally answering to the tethers and strings I keep, fine-tuning until I am built to suit the life I came in wearing. I follow the internal sunshine wherever it leads. A little satellite climbing over the earth’s face, following the chords and strings directing the most brilliant version of the symphony I came in strumming.