The Epiphany Act

When the soul acts, everything makes sense. This poem is a raw look at finding clarity, even in heartache, and becoming the light you were meant to be. 🌱

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The Epiphany Act

There is a time in your life—
quiet, unspectacular,
divine,
perhaps sublime.

Not the moment that pretends.
The frozen slow motion that mends.

It slices between panic and pause,
asks no permission,
defies the vagary
of bleeding fears.

In that epiphany,
you act—not retract.
Your silent soul steps forward,
a light so pure,
you cannot ignore.

You are not chasing what's bright.
You have become the light.
A starscape of love
zipped inside a skin suit
still stretching into life.

There’s no rejection here.
Only reality.
Only today.
Only the truth—

When the soul acts, everything makes sense.
Especially the heartache.
Especially their final mistake.
Even the primal part now feels so awake.

Grow in it.
Love in it.
Restart the birth—
🌱 root yourself in your heavenly earth.