Jesse G.

Becoming it

My true self.

Like a god being forged through experience.

Eyes on the horizon, 

The soul is the potential, 

The ball of light above. 

In it is the ideal image. 

The universal energies plugged in, 

It's a battery. 

Absorbing experience and forging perfection. 

There it sits guiding me,

Eyes closed, remembering, thinking, waiting. 

Waiting for me to become one with it. 

And we will open our eyes together. 

Comments1

  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Beautiful write!

    • Jesse G.

      Thank you very much



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