Conjuring Serendipity

Is it a humble form of divination—
the elusive force that pulls me
like a current toward auspicious
needed or hoped-for destinations?

I’ve learned the silent spellcasting
that transmits like radio waves:
intending, releasing/trusting,
heeding, flowing, broadcasting

gratitude for whatever comes.
The five steps, interwoven like a
pentagram, unify spirit and
matter with mystic outcomes.

Is it a mild form of blasphemy
to believe incantations of certain
thoughts can transmute future
experience into gold, like alchemy?

Kismet is a sorcery that guides,
demanding as payment only
surrendered fear, like blood toll,
to synchronize with magic vibes.