we are the rhythm, we are the flow,
we are the pulse, we are the touch,
we are the glow...
hovering between all creation in our time table
to assemble to the task we pretend but do not know
we are the sound, speaking+words
between what is unseen and unheard of...
from our way station, on this our journey
through the awakening in our souls
spiritual pools carried forth
as our spirit sails catch spirit winds
in the place where only true light abounds,
we spread our wings in flight,
trusting in our souls thru the miracle
of our sense of Being of light
on this journey crossing ancient paths
across starlit plains of eternity
travelling in a caravan entuned to the vibrations,
lost to our creation by the creators calling star
touching one another by that energy spark
which exists only in the truth between our hearts
spoken sense, awareness our dream thought passageways
dreams, our paving stones joining each other,
by particles of light visible only thru the visionary's portal,
navigating by heart and soul as we ply these angry seas
unafraid of the treacherous undercurrents of life...
as long as we have each other
we are a miracle of creation that is our strength
that is our weakness our calling, our insight
we are the heartbeat of a spirit focused upon rebirth
becoming with a rushing of our hearts
breathing of pure thoughts
when we love to stay
we are the clay of the Creators wish...
becoming real only upon our judgement Day...
we are the grain of particles unthinkable,
beneath the grain of our beliefs
beneathe all plans of our salvation
there is love
as our tribes rediscover oneness
in us all even as we sleep
watching over the lost horizon bold in our approach
as we feel the calling star in the dust of +our bones...
weary travellers at our way station
crossing universal plains
we become as grains of sand
when polished becomes the glass
by which our spirits are focused
into a mirror speaking to our souls
just remember this,
what is the question
if you didn't know
you just
wouldn't ask
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