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The most important thing
to come to be
isn't you ...isn't me
it's the spark
from the hearts of those of us
who serve to release the blessing
only accessable
between...
As if, a soul’s seed expression
cross-connects
earth, sun, water…
combined.
Awakens to its natural role…
Its germination progressing exponentially
in slow-motion,
explodes creatively
As the first leaf unfolds.
Trusting to the sun
To come back, as it does each morning
Even though it stays behind the clouds
( it’s always there… don’t lose hope)
Having trust, there is a way...
Finding the path isn’t always easy
Coming back to our waiting souls
each day,
With every heartbeat we make
Every breath we take
between birth and death
We who are found here,
present in this echo chamber
ih this room full of mirrors.
Watching a pendulum swing.
marking rhythms in time
ripples extending towards
infinity
or sand in an hourglass
racing in a vacuum
like mimes which sign
...in order to smile
which sing …as time runs freely
towards forever
until the inevitable end
As tyrants lie like gators in the swamp
Waiting for the inexperienced,
careless or negligent...
to flee like the wind
To fight to their death…
or simply give in
As the number of those
prepared to pay the admission price
for freedom
Diminish or fade …no longer
inspired.
While the evil minded …do their worst
Trying to satisfy the insatiable hunger,
Addicted to/cued-in to strife
Unable to slake the unquenchable thirst
Like wasps racing to their target
ready
to die for it,
angry as Hell
swinging their stingers
into the wind
Counting, upon this
moment of truth
As the chosen few
…say a prayer or two
Asking God for mercy
…this moment will blossom
Into a miraculous lesson
revealing its hidden truth
as it is making
A transformation
into
A divine blessing
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