Beautiful

The Architecture of Magnetism

To Create the Spark

If you wish to kindle the internal fire,

And become the object of keen desire:

Stop seeking the light in a stranger’s eye,

And look where your own hidden treasures lie.

Adorn the body, not to hide or to mask,

But to celebrate the spirit in its daily task.

Stand with the spine of a mountain range,

Open and steady, inviting and strange.

For beauty is found in the way you take space,

In the unapologetic light of your face.

To Experience the Pull

When the world leans in with a lingering gaze,

Do not turn away in a startled haze.

Accept the warmth like a sun-drenched stone,

Know that you’re worthy of being known.

It is a hum in the blood, a catch in the breath,

A victory over the ego’s slow death.

Let the "wanted" feel like a silk-lined glove,

A natural byproduct of self-directed love.

Drink the attention but do not depend—

On a thirst that only another can end.

To Avoid the Cold

If you fear the silence, the empty room,

Or the fading scent of a short-lived bloom:

Do not bargain or beg for a seat at the table,

Or wear a persona that’s flimsy and fragile.

Desperation is a scent that the senses can track,

It pushes the very thing you want back.

Instead, be a bonfire, golden and deep;

Those who want warmth have a promise to keep.

The more you are whole in your own quiet skin,

The more the wide world will want to come in.