Scribing for the Mind

 

I have been thinking about  

Who I scribe my words for,  

Each intent and purpose,  

And how you are to feel.  

I capture the essence in reality,  

From an artful perspective,  

To inspire the ear from the eye.

Yet I do it for me, to bring  

The ideal to experience, to sing.  

Manifesting the cars, homes, women, loyal circle,  

Knowing as I present from me to you,  

The solution of the air shall propagate the dew,  

To flower building bridges to heaven's door.

From the inside, I patiently wait my turn to explore.

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In each word, a seed is sown,  

An echo of thought, forever grown.  

For who do I scribe, if not for the light,  

To weave the day into the night?

I scribe to touch, to inspire and heal,  

To bring the unseen into the real.  

My striking of the pen, my song begins to sing,

Manifesting worlds where love is sprung.

In my vision, bold and true,  

A life abundant, made anew.  

Cars, homes, loyalty abound,  

As my circle tightens ‘round.

From me to you, I offer a taste,  

A message flowing into place.  

The dew will rise, the flowers bloom,  

As bridges build from earth to womb.

 Hear my quiet patience still,  

I wait my turn, I feel the thrill.  

For heaven’s door I will open into outside,  

And I will step through going inside.

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This chapter reflects on the act of scribing as a tool for manifestation and connection with divine purpose. The imagery of manifesting abundance and patiently building bridges to heaven speaks to the power of intention and faith. It captures the essence of creating with purpose, making it a profound and visionary addition to my poetic journey.

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