from the archive: untitled 01

i used to write poetry.

i am continuously reminded how powerful, how magical,
i am in this timeline.
manifestation rituals
no longer have to be done
because my will be done
i say it so, so it be.
i speak in fact and so it is.
the realization that
this reality is not real
is proactively the greatest reality check that i am continuously reminded of.
the waves do not stop.
we feel stronger with each moment taken
to thank the gods
for this path, for these gifts,
for this blessing that is this timeline.
this very fragile, nurturing timeline.
my god, is life not one big manifestation in itself?
are we all not the remnants of someone else’s manifestation ritual?
and isn’t it funny
to think,
that we are bigger than anything at all?
we are walking sprinkles of magic.
and that glorious moment
when we recognize that blessing,
the power that holds, has been within us since before the whisper of our existence,
you too would feel the vibration
of your internal universe pushing gently against your casing
and yearning
to be used in a way
that aligns with your original planning.
i am here,
for a purpose,
and we, as in the five of us within, have a duty
to the creators that be
to continuously give thanks
and be humbled
by the very idea
that we are here,
and that—
makes all the difference.