Wednesday, July 30

I am not a poet. I swear.



A.B.r.a.v.e.N.e.w.W.o.r.l.d.



I have had visions,
generations into our coming of age,
of Aquarius.

The war has been waged.
The wounds have healed.
Our charred skin has been shed.

A very different place it is.
Indeed.

Evolutionary consciousness,
an evolution of Spirit.
The great homoluminescence,
we have become.

Another leap of evolution,
we are.

Our daemons have been disbanded,
our sickly pleasures forgotten.


Our senses have returned,

the warmth of our hearts pour fourth,

an infinite sea of creation.


Our eyes glimmer with every thought.

We have nothing to fear, and only everything to love.

We are grounded in endless possibility,
amongst the seeds our love has planted.

Yet we soar through timeless voids

of endless mystery.


Into harmony we have returned,

eternal bliss.

The serenity of infinite compassion.


Oneness.


We are informed by the universe, guided by her ways.

We are keen to her needs, and invested in her protection.

We are mother earth, we are father sky.
We are the change we have prayed for.
We are the beauty our worlds once lacked.
We are Spirit.

We are One.

The lightbeings have emerged.

Shining.

Endless light.
Infinite possibilities,
conduits of uncertain possibility,
weaving the fabric of life.


We are the future, we once dreamt.

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