Up, I pulled the net, empty again
Thrown down in frustration, I wondered when
Sometimes early, but mostly late
The story of my life, how I left the gate
Disqualified by them, unqualified by choice
It matters not, there was no rejoice
At the bottom with the rocks, like often before
I prayed for answers, with knees on the floor
Inspired from the floor, I rose to the table
My inner voice whispered, you are most able
My spirit was lifted, forty-eight years of age
I scribed the first word―Love―on the page
This was a fine start, but still not enough
I needed clarity and guidance, without the fluff
Joy and Peace followed, to begin the grid
These three in my heart, no longer hid
A force took over, and created through me
Thought energy with words, just fifty-three
A map towards consciousness, I share with you
An invitation to contemplate, as I often do
Significant meanings, rest within the work
You must search inside, to receive the perk
There’s a story behind, which I’ll share in my book
But for now, I offer, have a quick look