It was a different time

In this dream of mine,

When I looked in my eyes,

I didn't find mine,

When I looked in a river,

Something beyond life,

I listened for a sound,

And was greeted by

Silence.


There,

A vision of tormented faces,

Desperate in their longing for love,

Many holding on for dear life

Onto a vain ego

Always desiring power over others,

All the misery,

All the suffering

Was shown to me in this flash,

But there was beauty in all of this,

For many began to want

To be born again,

And it was clear the old

Was no longer working anymore,

Only exacerbating the soul's emptiness,

Into a well of grief that went on to

Eternity.


I simply sat humbly

As an observer,

In a place where that was now

Foreign to me.

Taking in my own Light,

I held the power of God

Within me

Which I knew is within everyone.