"Consciousness stirs within and all around us. It seeks our understanding and whispers truth to the hearts of pioneers who birth the evolution and ascent towards a new age of enlightenment. Behold the defining moments of the world, each one a whisper of light for those who dared to listen."
A Node of comfort
I greet the autumns of my past,
their harbor velvet skies,
those moments where forever's last,
their metrical surprise.
For there I find my silhouette
the essence that is me
the dreams I had without regret
where nature set me free.
I greet the autumns of my past,
their harbor velvet skies,
those moments where forever's last,
their metrical surprise.
For there I find my silhouette
the essence that is me
the dreams I had without regret
where nature set me free.
Do not Fear the Road
Do not fear that narrow path
the daunting road in front of you
it’s filled wonder and with dreams
and all the answers to get through.
It may look dark from far away
but rays of light will guide your way
so wander forth, be not afraid
embrace the road that nature made.
Do not fear that narrow path
the daunting road in front of you
it’s filled wonder and with dreams
and all the answers to get through.
It may look dark from far away
but rays of light will guide your way
so wander forth, be not afraid
embrace the road that nature made.
Contemplation
The light turns on, nurse comes in
I'm sitting in a hospital bed
my mind in ambiguity;
the thoughts of life in my head.
This familiar place where I am
where the dust begins to clear
has left me in this rhythmic frame
to balance every hope and fear.
I look at all the things I've done
and all the paths I've tread
and all the things still to come
and all the things I've shed.
I greet my intuition;
the promise I have made;
which flow into an atmosphere
that leaves me unafraid.
The light turns on, nurse comes in
I'm sitting in a hospital bed
my mind in ambiguity;
the thoughts of life in my head.
This familiar place where I am
where the dust begins to clear
has left me in this rhythmic frame
to balance every hope and fear.
I look at all the things I've done
and all the paths I've tread
and all the things still to come
and all the things I've shed.
I greet my intuition;
the promise I have made;
which flow into an atmosphere
that leaves me unafraid.
The Phase of Life
I know more today than yesterday
and less today than tomorrow,
but every day that saunters by
leaves me with a little sorrow.
For time that passes changes all,
deposits life into the past,
the journey here is just a phase,
as nothings meant to last.
Yet the person that’s within me
has always remained the same,
as the light inside grows brighter,
for the universe to reclaim.
So, as I learn of who I am
and the further along I go,
that life is just experience
for the next phase I’ll come to know,
I find that there’s tranquility
and take comfort to the end,
for in the end there’s beginning
and a new place to ascend.
I know more today than yesterday
and less today than tomorrow,
but every day that saunters by
leaves me with a little sorrow.
For time that passes changes all,
deposits life into the past,
the journey here is just a phase,
as nothings meant to last.
Yet the person that’s within me
has always remained the same,
as the light inside grows brighter,
for the universe to reclaim.
So, as I learn of who I am
and the further along I go,
that life is just experience
for the next phase I’ll come to know,
I find that there’s tranquility
and take comfort to the end,
for in the end there’s beginning
and a new place to ascend.
Palette of Thought
Radiant streams behind closed eyes
that swirl and dance, mesmerize,
they grace the mind in gentle flair,
astonishment breaths its crystal air.
The sway of mint and Persian green
upon one’s thoughts, play in between
brilliant sequins of emerald gold,
amethyst healing for young and old.
A sea of empathy rushes in
visions from the glow within
stills the noise with gentle hush
painting smiles with a brush.
Radiant streams behind closed eyes
that swirl and dance, mesmerize,
they grace the mind in gentle flair,
astonishment breaths its crystal air.
The sway of mint and Persian green
upon one’s thoughts, play in between
brilliant sequins of emerald gold,
amethyst healing for young and old.
A sea of empathy rushes in
visions from the glow within
stills the noise with gentle hush
painting smiles with a brush.
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