Three Strokes to Mastery

 

I just witnessed three shooting stars paint lines unto sky.

Three strokes brushed before my eyes, 

Reading I love you for attractingly dew. 

For a thought to be bridging for future me you, 

Willing practice to perfect itself into thee.

Where my being is considered,

When all things are triggered, 

Tilling the thought thinking me is brought. 

Flowing dominating currency is wrought,

For I to story showing 

From five to ten in mills to twenty bills,

Growing my ideal master full skills. 

Look three paint brushing lines before thy,

Three strokes en light, a cosmical reply.

Reading I love you, my whispering vow,

Investing the dew of the present now.

To thought bridging the future to me,

Willing practice perfecting mastering being.

Where my centering, purpose is considered,

Triggered by the sparks, my visioning script.

Tilling the soil love thought, I sow,

Flowing currency currents where abundance skills grow.

From five to ten, to twenty bills,

Each word a brick in mastering will.

For I to story, doing telling for show,

Oh stars and dreams and all that I know.

Seeing my empire being built, line by line.

Three strokes on sky, to tickle me smile