As If Gathering Energy

The tumbling stops,
As minds quiet here and there.
Animals speak more broadly,
As if holding telepathic circles.
Earth seems abruptly stuck,
As if gathering energy.

And With This an Audible Glow Rises Up

Can your thoughts touch the edge of the universe?
Perhaps span the reaches of all creation?
Into the future?
Into the past?
And with this an audible glow rises up.
A knowing that you too, know.

Drop by Drop Better

Each drop better,
As if the rain picks this place,
You.
Drop by drop better.
Step in or out.
No matter, it will find you none the less.

Perhaps Everything Seems a Bit More "Wavy" and "Flickering"

The cosmic wind blows strong now,
As if shifts in perspective call deep forces.
Footprints into the unknown found,
As if trail-blazers before, now known.
An effortless plying of the energetic kingdom,
Perhaps everything seems a bit more "wavy" and "flickering."

You Write the Script

The open wish has more power,
Like unbridled possibility.
Sort of an "open earth" now,
As the tight grip eases,
In your own mind only perhaps.
You write the script.

A Patch of Open Heaven Here

A lightening of thought,
Like a "sunny day" in the mind,
As if star-light entered your awareness.
A single focus of sorts.
Perhaps you've stepped out of time a bit.
A patch of open heaven here.

Surely You Sense More Than You Think

Archives upon archives in your soul.
How many billions of lifetimes have you lived among the stars?
In this and other galaxies?
In this and other universe?
And yet a single flower touches you so.
Surely you sense more than you think.

As New-World Template-Builders Alter the Cosmic Fabric

A kind of "luck" rides upon the air,
As openness calls spirit forth.
"Arrangements" occur faster and more often,
As synchronicity itself unleashed now.
Earth-life honored in the galaxy,
As new-world template-builders alter the cosmic fabric.

As Looping, Trodden Paths Broken Free

Attitudes of empathy everywhere,
As if kinship felt near and far.
Wild ideas seem reasonable,
As looping, trodden paths broken free.
An adornment of intuition now ubiquitous,
As the "connected" achieve critical mass and spread new life-lines.

A Kind of Golden Dust on the Earth

A kind of golden dust on the earth,
As if the sun sends star-dust now.
The candle spreads its flame,
As more and more "see more."
Eyes meet, speechless.
Holders of the new earth beam...

The Window Is Very Clear

A bigger stride,
As if almost floating on air.
The wind is to your back.
Whole dialogs reduced to a sigh,
As if an emotional language emerges.
The window is very clear.

A "Saturation of Intention" There

A kind of "blaze" about the moment,
If you but look to see,
Like the wick that holds the flame,
A "saturation of intention" there,
As if an angel peered thru clearly then.
Doubters drift away as pure belief holds sway.

As Rampant Paradoxes Confound Great Minds

Calm opens more calm.
Centuries pass in decades.
Blatantly obvious symbols shape new reality,
As if crop circles dusted everywhere.
A "greater good" enters awareness,
As rampant paradoxes confound great minds.

Cosmic Reverence For the Earthlings Here Now

Walk well away from the old dark.
So many breathe fresh air upon earth.
A kind of willingness to explore a better place.
The genie comes out of the lamp.
Earth-angels all.
Cosmic reverence for the earthlings here now.