Out

Heart of the earth- heart of the star, fire raging through me
can I handle one more moment of this awesome ecstasy?

energy flowing up in me- lightning pulsing down on me
singing eternal memories… melodies

arcing up- cascading down- passing through the heart of me
wave after wave- breath after breath- opening up a point of light
that can only be divinity… infinity

no longer centered in my mind- quite different a reality
christed- white lighted- dark knighted

balanced on a global sphere- love’s enlightened destiny
no other choice but just to BE
one… joining
two… birthing
three…
a trinity- creating fourth dimensionally
bringing forth new harmony

guess what? it’s time!

time to wake up and see a new age dawning
a tired son setting- an old age passing away
an age… out of time

a timeless age beginning…
always beginning
all ways
one way
in-
up-
out…

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