Intention is the key, the silent seed

Planted deep where visions lead

It shapes the field, unseen yet real

A current of force that you can feel

With focus fine and spirit wide

Divine energy flows, a rising tide

It bends to thought, to dream, to fire

Obeys the pulse of true desire

Imagination lights the way

A sacred code in mental clay

Your mind, a tool both vast and keen

Designed to shape the still unseen

You don't attract from fleeting plea

But from the hum of your own frequency

Not what you want, but what you be

The song you sing internally

So tune your soul, align your flame

The field will echo back your name

Resonance, the holy law

Mirroring the truth you draw