Manipura Poem

I am that which I once waited for

Starry eyed and open palmed

Whispering to some inevitable onset

of a holographic miracle

to dissuade my shackles

As I lay bound to nothing

and blind to the only thing

that I am all things

My power is apparent in my being itself

I persist with strength, grace, and ease

Impediments, upon my stepping, 

fold into themselves

Upon my touch, 

as drowned bread would,

heavy and dilapidated,

taste my fingers and part

They live in the ruins I rose from

A bird of flame, ether-winged

Inextinguishable

Distinct

Vital

Humble and unafraid

One would not deny 

what just is

And I just am