To describe your Beauty,
Is to plunge into an art-piece…
Lost in colour,
At the service of The Creator’s brush…

Sounds like a battle cry,
brother;
Shall i ready the armies,
For battle, then?

This will be an epic, remember.
A battle of fear and desire,
In moonless nights,
In the depths
Of souls of men.

Ready the armies please brother,
Our soldiers filled with love.
This epic, eternally remembered.
Our call coming from up Above...

In the midst of moonless darkness,
Light shall shine from within.
Our desires directed to the Oneness,
Fear cannot remain!

Eyes closed,
Sounds asunder.
Brimming with God’s breath,
The connection to each other...

Hearts open,
Whispers...
Subtle and true,
The Silent Witness...

We are ready,
For secrets are being unlocked.
The story of who we are,
A path we thought was blocked...

Souls touched,
Expanding.
Seeing what was always there,
Blinded by the branding...

Egos surrender,
Selfish ways are naught.
The only way up,
Is to question all that we have been taught...

For now,
Let us pray.
Allow our inner eye,
To kneel to all of God’s names...

Eyes open,
Windows cleaned.
Sharing in our base frequency,
Love ultimately achieved.