7:00 PM on Alan

i was sitting on the couch

listening to my grandma

tell stories about finding God

as if it was an exit door —

a place you reach

when you’re done with this world

and ready to disappear.


and i felt myself tighten.

not out of disrespect —

out of truth.


because some people find God

and want to leave everything behind.


but not me.


i didn’t come here to retire into heaven.

i came here to remember my power

and walk the earth awake.


i’m not searching for a way out —

i’m searching for a way in.


i don’t want to dissolve into the light.

i want to carry it.

i want to live with it.

i want to build with it.

i want to breathe it into every room i walk into.


escape was never my destiny.

sovereignty was.


that’s why the lion on that street sign

hit different today.


it wasn’t random.

it was a nudge.

a reminder.

a message:


“you weren’t born to leave the world.

you were born to transform in it.”


and i know now

why their wisdom doesn’t fit me:


their God ends the story.

mine begins it.


i’m not here to disappear

after finding the divine.


i’m here to live

with my eyes open

my presence steady

my truth whole

and my spirit unshakable.


this isn’t a fantasy.

this is my path.


and i’m going to keep walking it

with clarity,

with courage,

and with the same fire

that brought me here

in the first place.


— Mr. Mak


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