The Manifest
I’ve been pulling you toward me not with grasping hands but with steady intention,
with inner alignment, with the slow cadence of becoming.
While the world chased noise I focused on gravity the subtle force beneath storms,
the unseen tether guiding you home.
Not as a question, not as an idea but as a steady proof of what intention becomes when it’s held without clutching and given time to root in something true.
I manifested a frequency a presence patient enough to arrive quiet enough to stay.
Then you showed up with star-bright eyes shining in the constellation of my universe.
When something arrives this way, it doesn’t feel like coincidence. It feels like the universe finally saying: now.
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