In the kings’ mansion
I find rooms.
A room
with my name written with lights.
I find books.
I quiet my soul
to read them,
not with eyes
distorted by perception
but with heart
revealed by The Creator.
I see my blueprints
in His writings.
I see my purpose
in his heart.
I see my design
in his pages.
I am finding me.
page by page.
I am becoming.

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