By Mac Guerreiro

It looks differently than eye imagined,

Where eye thought eye’d push harder,

Eye’m releasing my grip,

Where eye thought eye’d be doing more,

Eye am removing things from my “must do’s,”

Eye’m honoring the primitive ones,

The ones whom didn’t get to grow,

The ones whom got banished before eye could even know,

The daredevil,

The sorceress,

The sex goddess,

The Serpent Queen,

All waiting for me to see,

All waiting,

Some not so patiently,

Most not quietly.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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