Manifestation in airless vents, the flow of movement through the tunnels, like a snake is twists and turns, it glides, and resembling water down a slide it flows, moving with the obstacles in its way, redirecting where the strongest force is.
For if we never water the grass it browns and dies, the weeds, alive on well, they do not flourish but they remain. Even if only a day longer than the soft natural carpet under our toes, re-aligning us with our mother and as nature reveals her power we tie the ropes.
The bond stronger, 007 shoots afar as Maud Adam’s smile weakens the bullets field of force so do we with adversities when we know our true powers.
Our one designed destiny, a journey without a tilted neck is a journey lost, without finger marks on car windows and the heat of our breath blurring the view as our eyes peal through the moving hills.
Potatoes boiled as he unties her apron, a deleted scene from Donna Reed plays out as you turn on the balls of your feet to inhale as his lips touch yours.
The stripes around its perfect sphere, its acne like texture allowing hands to hold, as they bounce it as they dunk it. Ginger uniform to her hair mixes in the cup, its steam warms your cold hands as you dunk it once more in the caffeine contained mug.
Smiling upon reflection you realize your power, not of dark spirits but of hope and wonder, for a desire designed specifically for you and you alone.
A manifestation for a life of only dreams that alike the tea warms your heart. A replayed list fills your ears and a smile of the expansion for October 2001 really doesn't feel that long ago. When the Ipod 1 warmed your palms as your CD’s collected dust and now the knowledge of an ever perfect track without fear of scratches is a luxury turned expectation.
Once a dream now a reality mirrors a life you once desired and felt parallel to Adam as Michelangelo twisted and turned his brush perfecting his yearning to be in solace with his creator so too was the creation papa made of us.
To be one that marks are not washed off a building, one whose line of tourism consumes ancient buildings, centuries beyond its time, where UV and sun do not dim its richness and currency is joy.
Allowing your power to bring you all you wished for heaven is above but this life is meant for joy, happiness and for you to flourish despite adversities. Our stories bring power, our voice is a tool to be used in the shaping of our futures.
Let us not focus on the ‘power of redemption’ but on the true alignment we come into when we are our authentic beings.
