I spill forth my intentions,
Always
mindful of the energy
my words move.
No matter where,
on crowded bus, in workspaces shared with others of brilliant mind,
In my own safe mental landscapes;
I am perpetually and almost obsessively aware
that even my quietest murmurings cause great stirs
in the cycles of
Universe and sky.
I speak my truths
to her honest mouth,
She replies with
fortune and with
beauty…
And I pour this into
my soul’s own casks –
Into existence.
I am filled, I am…
Full.
And so it is,
And so what once was
it’s no more
than wisp and memory;
Ashes of past fire.
Tiny gifts, offerings to destiny,
are my intentions,
And…
I manifest.
Kayfucius 