Reflections dance upon
this day in vivid shades of memories i own, no
light, no darkness, no form, mere conscious
knowing existing upon a vast horizon
of cosmic harmony...
I stand on the edge watching in silence,
spherical rhythms lull me into a deep trance,
lifetimes pass before me, past, present, future
all as one, fleeting moments, nothing more, here
there is only endless possibilities...
Shadows of footprints lay before me fading away
to remind me that where i now stand is home, I am
the lily of mornings dawn, dipped in virgin
colors of cosmic dreams, my name now
written upon the tablet of life...
My spirit transcends mere mortal knowings and i
am free to move through veils of time and space
unseen with human eyes but touched by loves own
heart...
Reflections pour from my soul like sand through
an hourglass, how deep are the caverns of
which it abounds, spilling over into the
next moment of my existence with the richness of
untold experiences which only I may choose...
Light flowing into light, reflected through
crystaline prisms, I wept in awe as the first
dawning of life birthed itself before my eyes in
pure majestic simplicity...
Reflections of the Goddess who has drempt me into
life, the webs she has woven through endless
visions of my own creations, connecting moment to
moment, thought to thought, heart to heart...
Reflections of the God who's reflection i became
in those first awakening moments of self as more
than mere awareness, as more than mere
consciousness, but as the Holy Chalice of
Perfection contained within itself...
My own whispers echoed into the night when no one
was listening now play upon my flesh like mist
dancing upon moonlit water, only now am I wrapped
in this ancient longing of which mystics so often
speak...
Secret lover with hands unseen, speak to me in a
language of vibrational light, I become the
sacred virgin through which man took his first
breath, unconditional is the essence which has
bound our hearts as one...
Soft rain falls as tears of a lovers expression
merged in Holy Union of Self, I am called once
more to this place within to taste of it this
moment and know my own beginnings...
Reflections...
As i look out across time to what lies before me
i stand in the center of all that is God and
wonder why i had never before noticed that I am
the deep mystery i so often sought to explore...
Thoughts which entangled the freedom of my mind
in endless chatter now falls away and i delve
into the pools of awakened consciousness, aware
that i exist only in my thoughts that it be so...
Reflections of the Child who cries in the night
knowing I hear as she weeps, her heart reflecting
words I have not allowed myself to yet become,
her song lost upon the winds of time, drifting
just past my thoughts...
I am ever molded by the yearnings of my Spirits
dance to evolve beyond what I hold myself to be,
this sacred quest quilled by my own
hand before the beginning of the beginning...
Cradled in the arms of Gods own passion i
rise from the ashes of my own
deliverance, hues of spiritual
iridescence, manifested in form, atone
to my etheric divinity which i now claim...
I dwell in the garden of reflection, the place
where asension was first known, the Goddess who
walked from shadows into light, who tasted first
of the forbidden fruit and stood in full knowing
of her Godliness...
My own reflections now and forever embraced...
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