Many souls will be awakened
Upon this moment of happening
In what the universe calls
An activation of the catalysts.
Light workers and healers
Surfacing one by one.
Gathering across the lands
In countless fields of perfection.
Preparing the table
For those who come afterwards
And the harmonious realization that
Even more will be enlightened
And the ones will become the many.
Anticipation of the evolutions
The shifting inner-selves,
Their auras becoming golden.
Energies attaining a circumference
Penetrating and surrounding every fiber
Collisions of the heavens
Celestial bodies in physical form,
Reaching and soon teaching
Spherical perfection in presence
A chain reaction of wonderment
Where one light projects on another
And another and again another.
Calling in the faithful,
And the humanitarians
Those who stand when other will not
Run when most choose to walk
Stopping to gather the lost,
Their hands out to help
When another cries out in need.
Sharing their eyes to those without sight
Ears for those who cannot hear
Breaking bread with the hungry
Pouring libations to those who thirst
Drying tears of sadness
Offering comfort in times of storm.
Many souls, many hands, many moments
Honorable beings listening for a sign
Coded messages riding the winds
The ancient calling.
Powerful rhythmic drumming
Where many hands draw forth many sounds
Thunders from ancient lands
Crashes of lightning
Eruptions and avalanches
And the silence of the sunset
The peace of a prayer
Last words and last rites
Whispers of the Grandfathers and Grandmothers
And their great gathering of greatness
Concentrated moments of eternity
When yesterday and tomorrow become one
No past, no future, no present
Only this moment trapped in time
Meditations and meditations
To heal and reveal
That which lies hidden
Secrets slipped between the ticking seconds
When moments matter mostly
And the little things are not forgotten
I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.
I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.