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Choices

The wanton find a warm embrace
that if you trace, you'll find a face
that's cold.

The wise tho subject oft to the cold
will be so bold and break the hold
of what they know just isn't.

Empty Worlds

The worlds created with imagination
based in fascination with forms.
Are now trembling, at soon crumbling
for awareness stands at the door.

Clever marketing, polarized posturing
will make final stand in vain.
as irresistible force, sets new course
these will peer at device with disdain.

What's the Buzz ?

So many minds buzzing in crowded closets.
Collecting and arranging
according to latest phasing.
will soon be rearranging
to suit their current flow.

Conduits will dash to pieces
seeing clearly objects specious
new wave not taken facetious
realize interference must now go.

Evolution

The Spirit is moving
throughout the lands.
We had no power
Twas all in His hands.
As He shakes off our dust
higher vibration a must
aligns us with love and trust
His light cracks our crust
Third eye of enlightenment
Emmanuel with us.

Currently

Open O nexus, O conduit
Light fires our eye
upon the pyramid.
All is one, All connected
are the waves
both coming and sending.
magnetic lines manifest
showing illusion
discordant fields
cast off like chaff.

 

Awakening Happens

Now that your temples capped
you'll feel a zap,
in the third eye.
Coming down thru your lattice
Tingle producing tap
of a plumb line.
Lining you up, tuning the pineal
waking dream erupts..
it all gets real.

Big Cast

No need to set a platform or assemble the stage
For the world is the scene all within it the setting
lines written before time so to edit, forget it.
This isn't a play birthed of human invention
tis the coming of age for this third dimension.

Slip is Showing

o the agenda, o the pretense
thy energy fields, will not be shields
of the coming magnificence.

Best be forsaken.  Best be released
be glad to have no need of these.

Shaken and Stirred

Shaking up the planet
causing quite a stir
game players getting frantic
at once twist in a great panic
for all method gets transparent
within the lightning of the word.

Images falling and can't get up

The time has come
to some quite gracefully
others perceive as catastrophe
will need to endure severity
depending on former delight they've found
in images now breaking all around..

Beyond Shadow land

morning breeze is casting clouds
breaking light shines in all directions.
the soul is free, no edge exists
now get up and go do
what you will with this.

Light Step

more come to quiet
more come to rest
more come to know
in Shekhinah invest.

YOU'RE GOING  DOWN

Grasp on to what is passing
you'll be going down
make a form call it forever
you'll be going down
Make a concept, build a city
you'll be going down.
take you all the way down
to Chinatown.
Where you can eat some egg rolls
and read your fortune cookie;
Do not attempt to capture the wind.

 

WALLS OF PERCEIVED SEPARATION

Wall comes up, I wave you come crashing down
like a trumpet blast and a shout to the walls of Jericho
you are the cursed city, for you divide and separate
make one think better, cause one find hate
limits connectivity, inhibits creativity
as wasted current flows into the ground.

Partition, guilty of sedition
all the while grasping perdition
as you plummet down
due to interference, cause a damaged wire
so the energy is slow, nowhere else to go
but to a place that's low.

 

LATTER RAIN

The rain has come, a welcome deluge
Stand in the downpour, seek not refuge.
O my flesh is sizzling, old concepts fizzling
and drizzling, right down the drain.
 

COMING TOGETHER

Go and speak to these both corporeal and familiar
It is time to say good bye to the illusion
Open and be lifted, as perception is both sifted
and shifted to the reality once obscured
with a great veil. Like a bride before her wedding
for this is such a setting, the bridegroom has come
consummation begun, the knowing of one.
 

REVEALING

Take the scroll,
that was given to others
Horses assemble and make their pass
there is a message with each
just what will be the reach?
or is it simply to teach
what was sealed,
has become what is opened.

 

TRUSTING the STILL

So much noise and embellishment
carrying beyond the intent.
Swelling like a sponge
then release when it's wrung.
Just to sop up some more
in hopes can be stored
as strength for the coming attraction.
What comes in the still
will be there still
I won't heed until
I hear from the still.
 

HIGHER

The vibrations increase
causing concept to cease
of space and time.
No need to go anywhere
for nothing is apart.
Time also curls up in an arc
spilling past and future
into present.
Lets not leave out the forms
well lets for they're worn
as substance takes place
without image.

 

PRAISE

Throughout all this sorting
there is praise
Tho the vessel keeps pouring
and the winds snap our mooring
there is praise
Whether noise of bitching and moaning
from all the stretching and groaning
while the tune is atoning.
there is praise.
For tho the outward man be clueless
the inward man exalts in expectation.
 

A VISIT

So you come pouring thru the rift
an assembly of friends who once trod
this sod, giving the nod,
with cryptic message and symbol.
Exhortation and kindness
strip away blindness.
See the woman shining light
look what Nebuchadnezzar is doing
with the Shiites.
Concern addressed yet fades
tho it's over, it will all be O.K.
 

NET RAMBLE

We are the net, linked to each other
going from the base to face of the sea
at the bottom experience dark and murky
where bizarre fish touches leg you shudder
what was that? and the feelings so cold.
Closer to the surface, like waking from a dream
you swim up and break through to awareness
like electricity passing thru junction boxes
to be warmed by the sun and the breeze
But in this experience you don't really move
nor does the net consist of many but one
and the streaming sea flows through our outline
and to each bit of the collective consciousness
the stimuli and perception differ.
So to see as apart, you make oneself stick
choosing not to be part of bigger picture.
Oh the connection also pertains both to departed
and those who remain, both Spirit and physical.
Actually it is all Spirit.
 

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 Shaken and Stirred Images falling and can't get up Beyond Shadow Land Light Step