Diamond tipped pen
In my hand, Writing feverishly
Wanting  so to write of
The visions I've seen

Gleaming Castles in the sky
Pyramids of splendor
And The One's All Seeing Eye
Bring generations to wonder

Atop the uncapped pyramid
In all its gold glory
Looking toward the four winds
Lined up with Soul's stories

Of colors and melodies
Our eyes and ears don't know
Within 3-D shadows
Beckon 5-D's natural flow

Of shining stars in our skies
Souls now long gone, passed
Inside every chapter we find
Myths alight our paths

The story of the Soul's day
And a long, dark, death's cold night
Are written on walls of stone
Revealing our Souls' plight

As a human family
Our past is so much more
Than we are told in history or
Books bought at any store

We feel and know from where we come
If we close our eyes
Open our hearts to ancient truths
Whence our story lies

Every myth a parable
The elders do say
Every parable a song
To enlighten our way

Who among us believes
We are all there is
When we look at pyramids
Don't we know we've missed

A large part of our memory
Some buried beneath sands
Waiting for the perfect time
An explorer digs with hands

Guided by a force she digs
Into ancient stories
One day the Hall of Records will
Be revealed in all its glory

Then every history book
Will have their empty pages
We'll All have to write again
With Truth of the Ages

Of the story of an us
Who have forgotten in time
There is so much more to us
The ancients enshrined

But it's for us to create
The spiritual energy
Before Time reveals our past
For us to come upon our story

Energies, healing methods
Hidden for too long
Repressed and sick and dying
Will be of days long gone

So open your heart, and let in
The Questions of the ages
So we can get on with
Rewriting the pages

Of a past that mirrors
Our present time here
For the past writes our future
Each year over year