The Currency of Being Found
Don’t look now,
just be you and his eyes
will find your artifacts.
You have been digging to
locate what makes you a
treasure when you shouldn’t
have to ask.
Don’t ever question what
makes you a good coin
amongst many—
a penny for your thoughts
Toss it in water and let it
sink in; you my dear are
what it means to be brought.
—To the forefront of any
sensible man’s mind
—JG ©2026

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To sit and read such a beautiful poetic cadence on my set between takes, is soothing to my soul. Oh, excuse my manners, Grand Rising, Hebrew King. It is 7:43 a.m. May your smile carry you throughout this day, and may your week unfold in sacred offerings, and progressive favor. Move with convection. Shine with intention. Love and Always Soft Hugs, Kemymalia (K.)™
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Grand Rising Kemymalia! If I am smiling in this moment, it is because you placed it upon my face.
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