This is a poem I wrote a few days ago....
As I look in the window 5'9 in my statue,
I notice the open room cold and quite,
reminiscent of the womb or the middle of the desert
like a pyramid and a tomb,
Im open to possibilities, suggestions and
So interjections of being astral
make my embodiment inspiring,
You see in this cold room or womb it's my body I look at lay there sleeping
peaceful and tranquil,
Then it hits me!
Its hits me like ...... "mommy whats for dinner?"......."Fried chicken." ...... "But don't you think that grease is a little too hot?" POP! Went the grease on my skin..... now i'm burning with a desire a fire to realize...
That it is absolutely possible to see ourselves live out our dreams
when we subconsciously know and wholeheartedly feel
we make a connection to manifestation that only gratitude and dedication can repay,
See we are infinite in what we can know
infinite in how much we can grow
Infinite in Power
perfectly designed like the pedals of the lotus flower,
Dream & Create because we all know
that Dreams are the windows to reality,
Just look at me, I'm watching myself
in a dream through a window.