Sacred Games

By Airy Magic

We came from stars,

but forgot our way…

Playing different roles

every single day.

A soul in disguise

donned a costume right

We cry, laugh, and lie,

sometimes even fight.

Are we forgetting to remember?

Or do we remember that

we forget the hack…

While awareness watches from the back?

In the hustle, the bustle,

I hope we pause… recall

that we are the divine light,

cosmic con artists, after all.

By Airy Magic