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.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
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.
