The Under-Glow Surfaces

How many candles can you light in your mind?
The under-glow surfaces.
Awareness seems in potent bundles,
As if full consciousness sputtering to start.
Guides appear more openly.
The noise quiets.

Quicker and Quicker the New Earth Comes

Quicker and quicker the new earth comes.
All hands held,
Away and beyond,
As if affirming being one.
Stars everywhere,
As if the universe is vastly more aware of itself.

A Kind of Spiritual Fire

Earth watches you more than you think,
As if a piece of you.
A kind of "goldenness" is always available,
Air-like, in a way,
As if breathed from earth for you.
A kind of spiritual fire.

Wild Animals More Prevalent, Yet Tame

Many wonders along the way.
New friends come forward.
Wild animals more prevalent,
Yet tame,
As if knowing the times have changed,
As if new fore-runners of peace.

"The Quiet" Becomes a Place

"The quiet" becomes a place,
Or more, "the way it is."
Far offs seem near.
Far outs seem right.
All walls crumble.
"All-sight" in every eye.

As If Looking Upon Living, Breathing Light

Iridescent colors many,
As if looking upon living, breathing light.
Vast knowledge,
As a gift.
Many aware of the opening,
As if a switch flicked on.

As the Old Grasp Can No Longer Hold the Growing Etheric Light

A feeling of unlimited reach,
As if fully joined into the one-moment.
Fetters lift,
As the old grasp can no longer hold the growing etheric light.
Aware that a deep silence pervades inner space.
A knowing too vast for words.

Light Currents Pull Along the Ready

Every sign stronger,
As other way-showers light the way, too.
Good possibilities multiply,
As "the bettering" sweeps earth.
Light currents pull along the ready.
An "all-softening" enters awareness.

The Sparks Find Each Other

The sparks find each other,
As if the glow attracts more glow.
Writers and poets thrive,
As the inner world holds high focus.
Calm calls more calm,
As peace quiets the lion.

So Many Willing the New Earth into Being

So many willing the new earth into being,
As if mass consciousness itself wants this now.
Third eyes spark,
As if all flames lit.
A time of open wonders,
As if the very fabric of space-time rejoices.