Recognizing Power
Cutting through the doubt and fear,
I found my “self” in a wash of enlightenment.
Flooded by my own awakening I am renewed;
spirit in materiality; power in a box.
Packaged dreams await production;
Manifest in their own time.
“Miracles” some say;
“Talent”, observe others.
I am a channel,
Pouring light into a world so unaware…
so dark.
Illusions for an un awakened world
are imagination, fiction dreamed
by a child’s mind and the world sleeps on and on.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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