I write my story for 7 cycles out,
the children of my children's bodies.
their children's children, this is for you.
my ancestors rebirthed.

I share my path of victory
over my internal doubts, fears, resistance,
lower awareness, to confess,
we can do anything.
we can become the controller of our beast.
there is no need for schooling
outside of oneself.

so I push my quest out on the wind.
provide a memory of success based
on embracing the dark as best,
as it births the new. flowing through,
moving with an empresses poise.

paths to follow, knowingness of power.
working for the One.
fulfilling our greatness, walking tall and proud.

lonely moments send
me to your side prepared for
light you always glow

inches it seems made
strides make, steps itty bitty
constantly forward

magician engine ignited,
the roar underneath burns loud.
listen,
hear the flames crack, intensely now.
past existence
can be heard burning at its core.
at the end of days for then,
those moments.

magic moments, that have taught
the magician way.
circumstances laid in ways that create
these lessons.
being able to see the teachers notes, transparent.
absorbing, a sponges inherent path.
a minor experience, based in the basic
necessities.
bringing it all in,
naturally attracting the liquid around.
embraced by a wombs insides.
ready to create magic.

under my spell, I am.
choosing to live as I feel is needed.
I create what I desire to see.
the magician breaks free.
spark in the water, the healers heart is activated.
and I get to have these things.
my will is fulfilled.
claiming my magic energy.
One, is to be understood.
spell has been enforced, foundation is being laid.
patience, results appearing.

sometimes its all I can think of,
the glory of life.
how it just keeps on striving.
how no matter what life maintains.
it rebirths to the next moments.
it feeds the current ones...
feeds the currents. nourished by soul.
by what I spend so much time thinking of,
wherever you are, here, right here now.
here you envelope me whole.
your smell gets stronger only when I think of you.
my nose twitches... I sense you, near.
I desire your identity be revealed.
set us free. foundation rebuild.
reunion is being planned.

certainly I feel
pressure building seeping through  
simple thoughts of you

late night commitment
messages must be sent, quick
working to freedom