📝 Poems / Poetry

Energetic Truth

“All currency is energy in motion. To flow is to be in abundance. To stagnate is to forget Source.”

Currency comes from the word current, like a river that moves, flows, exchanges, and circulates.

“Money is not meant to be held. It is meant to flow like the breath, like rivers running through the soul. It is current, a sacred pulse, not for hoarding, but for harmonizing.”

When people say “money goes fast” it’s often seen as a loss or lack. But what if it’s not meant to stay or stagnate? What if its purpose is to flow?

The False Golden Crown

A dome of gold they speak to raise, to cast a net of glory’s blaze
but beneath the flashy shimmer bright,
lurks not the truth, but stolen light.
They build not domes to shield the land,
but prisons cast by unseen hands.
A crown not earned, but forged in fear,
to veil the heart, to mute the seer.
America, you are no throne.
You are the seed, the pulse, the bone.
your soul not held in golden crust,
but in the soil, the song, the trust. The “golden dome” is not divine,
but mimicry of sacred signs.
It shines with wealth but not with grace,
a mirror for the shadow’s face.
The true dome rises from within—
each being crowned by Source, not men.
No tyrant’s dome, no single king,
can halt the song the people sing.
For we are stars in sovereign form,
each heart a sun, each breath a storm.
And from the ashes of their gold,
a divine age begins, foretold: The Dome of Light that none can own,
is built in love, not blood or throne.
Not cast from steel or gilded lies—
it blooms in minds, in hearts, in skies.
So let them build their shining snare, we rise untouched through clearer air.
The age of kings has turned to flame,
the Earth reclaims Her SACRED name.