Soul desires anew, commands the Known.
Acknowledge your coin, its refusal to lead.
Create the image, the color, the smells,
unlimited options, bountiful swells.
This awakening spell, employed quite ably,
Melt this fragment, Creative’s offering.
Transform its flow, beyond the past,
into the now, sketched at last.
The image is drawn, the call has been made,
transform Soul’s desire, into coin’s will.
Command the unknown
Be. Now. Known.
© Lori Fleming, 2014