A sacred rhythm
that exists
in the fabric
of God's reality,

trust in the calling,
the whispers
of your intuition

a tremendous guide,
a voice more holy
than
all the angels

Phases of a cycle,
they pull us through
as a gentle and
magnetic
force,

listen closely to the whisper
of the original,
and the effortless grace,
of God's
guidance

a hint towards growth,
though fear in its time

almost invisible,
a welcoming in of subtlety
a growth so sure,
that it is invisible
over time

glimpse this truth,
some forgotten base
a home,
you've lost touch
with

An elegant show,
of brevity
the splendor
of the incorruptible

strength in presence,
a rock
amidst
the ocean

having taken on
the world,
and all that death is,
a universe
of unraveling
into an
ever-present
mystery

how the comets
have fallen
and collided
into dust

as the gods
turn to ash
and the fabric
recalls,
all that it has
produced

a simple return,
into the one,
who always was
and always is

To the angels,
she asked,
what is it that
will make my life
more beautiful?

an honest question,
of depth and heart,  
a feeling of surrender,
and openness

look to the trees, and the sky,
glimpse the stars,
and pay attention
to the wind,
listen,
and you will find,
ask and you shall,
receive

it was in the quiet,
in the stillness
of the mist,
in the bark of the pine,
and movement
of the ants

a gentle unfolding,
and remembrance
of something sacred,
she awakened,
as from a dream

the flower  unfolded,
and became something familiar
this calloused ember
of infinite flame,
a wisdom became
living

a golden feeling,
of light and love
of peace and knowing
let it guide you,
and you shall find
all of the peace
that your soul
craves

Get to the top,
it's a more interesting life,
improve,
discern and
gather wisdom

fear not the enemy,
the one who casts fear
her entity
is nothing
but fleeting
emptiness

God loves the step,
the trust fall
into the unknown
fall,
into the blackness
and surrender.
place your life
in his
hands
and Trust

the farther you walk,
into the blackness
of fear,
the more you will be met
by the angels

Rise,
and rise again
my invisible friend
the holy resonance
of that long lost
unity

God exists in the silence,
go there often
and you will be met

Learn your lessons there,
and converse about
your future

gain a quiet mind,
even if for just fifteen
seconds

listen for the wisdom,
and keep it tight

a delicate melody
of careful disruption

Often it becomes,
as a gently developing
pedal,
of an orange
poppy

changes as they come,
and the chorus was,
that the highest point
of uncertainty
became the clearest
of all

take this hint,
a wholesome reminder
to persist,
even in the darkest
cave,
as even the flicker
of light
becomes
the highest
bliss