When you look for miracles
You find miracles.

When you love yourself,
you’re loving the infinite
tapestry of it ALL.

When the light of gratitude
beams from your chest,
Abundance can find you.

It Searches realms
looking for these beacons.

It’s not hippy shit.
It’s spiritual law.

You have a heart that beats
all on its own,

you are full
to the brim
with pulsating life force,

You have eyes to see,

Ears to hear,

Skin to feel,
with actual hairs
that stand up at gripping beauty,
at loving touch.

You have nourishment,
clean water,
clothes to wrap your sacred vessel in,
people who love you,
who couldn’t bare this life without your essence in it.

Then, there is this endless sky
There is that too.