by Mac Guerreiro
She’s been telling me something,
She’s been trying,
Trying for years,
And eye finally see it,
All the while eye doubted my productivity,
My ability to follow through,
To create something new,
Because eye was used to a straight line,
Unlike the spiral that feels more aligned,
My mind getting in the way because it didn’t understand,
The process at hand,
The nudge towards another way,
A way that allows for play,
For movement,
Waves and flow,
The way my being is meant to go.
Mystical Mac 