Seeding My Taj Mahal
Starting here, believing into something real,
the seal of God lives within me,
quiet as breath, blessed as sky, sea.
What are my beliefs about my Creator,
my God, my present breath scribing?
That every word I shape is living seed,
that every image I hold is a blueprint
for what already waits enlight.
I eat tasting thy fruits
my creative imagination moving masterfully, beautifully,
perfectly painting, picturing, visualizing, manifesting,
attracting, enjoying, loving lovely scenes coming stand before me,
bold and gold as a sunrise.
From this seedling insight.
I raise my first Taj Mahal,
becoming marble into mold bringing conceiving from mind,
achieving, believing, building ideal heights by and from Gods love.
Incite becomes tickling beyond an I,
the spark becomes vision stirring me awake,
hearing an inner playful whisper, spirit speaking,
Your palace my son, you, speak, think, walk.
Creation. imagination. you great.