Creation

On my journey to inner me, I met myself in pieces in between Along the way I learned of secrets that helped to make a better me The alchemy of shattered dreams helps lead the way down broken paths Once pieced together the puzzles vanish when you realize life is math Our sorted past is a gift of life that we all must bring into the present We conceive the lessons of internal suggestion then give birth to external blessings Blessed is the one that knows the self for they have encountered true foundation From the depths of you come lucid dreams of being the spark of all creation