Each Stands in Their Own World

An emerald green in unexpected places.
As if hints and peeks into this new place.
Relax - all is coming along fine.
Loops end.
The noise quiets for those who wish.
Each stands in their own world.

As Many Inner Suns Awaken

The sea seems to open,
As light beams pour out of earth.
Messages appear in signs unheard,
As dolphin-talk sends crop circle crystals afloat.
Many touch-points of light hold attention,
As many inner suns awaken.

It Holds a Sort of Constant "Call"

Do you like to hear the rain?
A kind if calming "hum", no?
You sort of travel inward a bit.
Sort of hearing the sky nearby.
Puddles show the sky upon the earth.
It holds a sort of constant "call."

A "Newness" in the Air

A "newness" in the air.
Just around the corner.
A simmering of good tidings.
As if a benevolent relative appears.
The ground seems to tingle a bit.
As if talking in tones.

A "Walking Thru" of Sorts

A "walking thru" of sorts.
As if easily crossing realms.
Many join the moment.
Earth nods "yes."
Wisdom-keepers come forward.
A blessed place.

All Seem "Singing"

Higher skills appear.
As if lived and perfected long ago.
As if genius visits you out of the blue.
A sudden knowing of a vast archive of knowledge.
All seem "singing."
The openness overwhelms.

How Far Can You Cast the Light?

How far can you cast the light?
Upon all the world at once?
Upon the suns of other worlds?
How "far out" can you imagine?
Of inner heaven now?
Of leaving a peaceful silence wherever you walk?

Outposts of Light Deepen Their Call

Outposts of light deepen their call.
As if embedding in earth a well-spring of good.
Wonder-makers everywhere.
As if pioneers into another realm.
Mastery exceeds all expectation,
As light-beings anchor heaven on earth.

To Cast a Smile on All That Lives on Earth

How present can you be?
To step beside yourself for just a moment.
To consciously breathe the golden light.
To feel the tingling of the sparkle all around.
To playfully expect the best right now.
To cast a smile on all that lives on earth.

Many Lose Interest in the Drama

Timelines seem confused,
As if old-old-school in a way.
Inspiration feeds inspiration,
As visionary sight powers up.
Many lose interest in the drama -

The new beauty is too great.

It Holds a Kind of Joy Always

Step into the crystal, if you can.
A kind of flame set precisely so.
It lives in visions.
Or so it seems.
Yet more real than you can imagine.
It holds a kind of joy always.

The Shining Is Complete

Quite well this moment,
If you will.
Power builds,
If you will.
The armour drops away.
The shining is complete.

Of the "All-Is" That Appears As Human Kind

Walk thru the chaos in peace.
Like Moses parts the sea.
Keep the silence, in the noise,
As the flower grows in the sidewalk crack.
So, the trees speak a bit,
Of the "all-is" that appears as human kind.