Magical Beings.

There comes a time
to shed a skin and to
release from cacoon
the authentic stranger self
birthed from own soul womb.
To realize the nest of lies
you know as reality doesn't exist
And witness with own eyes
The truths that you dismissed.
To find God within, without
being lead and fed
more sweet deceit
to delude your weary head.
To crack open the egg
and fly free from it's confines
to think outside the box
and step outside the lines.
To unshackle one's own ankle
from the ball and chain
of trivial, petty, small living
black and white, wrong an right game.
There comes a time
to lay to rest the demons of the
past.
To recognize you survived
because you were built to last.
To permit anxiety to loosen
it grip and depression to finally lift
as one by one you unwrap every psychic, spiritual gift.
Accepting no human is an ordinary being, bland and boring
but full beyond the brim of magical energy and it's universal outpouring.