As we heal the past, we mend the future.

A poem “Open to Miracles”

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Open to Miracles

Opening.
Awareness.

A strange sensation,
my crown lifting.

Get out of my own way,
Get out! Get out?
Allow.

Aaaaaaaah.

A sense from above.
Look down, see all.

See.

Thoughts are so small —
so centered.
So foreign,
so time controlled.

It is now. Only now.

Not even now, now.
Now it was… it is…
Mmmmm…

Here!

Lift. Light.
Let it all in.
Let it all out!

Heal, reveal.
Reflect. Know.

The past is a collection —
now, now, now, now…
This is different.
Serene.

As we heal the past,
we mend the future.

We are the time machine.
The mind is the machine.

We can remember back,
we can know forward.

We are the wisdom, the power,
The magnificence.

Our magnetism creates —
MIRACLES.

Now,
Give time —
time.

Live. Present.