She faded into the dream of all coming true, she knew in her heart that what she set out to do could become a reality.
Pure and bright. Always on sight. She knew that inside, she was a true manifestor. A manifestor of worlds that could create the most beautiful thing, to heal the mind, body and soul.
She knew that we all had to be on the same frequency to work, to come to life. To breathe she had to write her heart out, sing her heart out, and not being afraid.
In the words she found comfort, she found peace. It was quiet, and only she could see it if she chose to. And that was a true relief. That was wonderful because she could be whoever she wanted to be. She is free.
Time to go to the new world. Love is pure. That great feeling when you feel so good about at what you are doing, the flow of energy and will. Intentions of finding the true source within.
Where is the core? The core of your being? Here. Just here and everywhere. What are you connected to?
She was a newborn ready for life in its purest form. Moldavite, adapt. She felt the change coming. Transformation. What do you put out in the world?
I am free.
The Mystical Poet 