It all fits..

It all fits.

There were no wrong turns.
No mistakes. Wherever I felt
a resonance, forgotten or not
will come back in ripe time.

It all will somehow flow. It all will fit.

The brilliance of my being
knew all along
planting all the seeds
strewn around everywhere 
with my innocent and 
curious mind.

I was born the Creator.
playing the grandest, 
most thrilling 
cosmic treasure hunt
there is and will ever be
designed by and for me.

me and much more dancing
and playing.

It all flows. 
It all fits.

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