As the Best Gets Better

An opening of many new worlds to you.
As lightning melds far-flung kin.
A kind of "obsolete" memory.
As if now irrelevant.
Notes of hope everywhere.
As the best gets better.

Visions Come Forth Real

A bit dreamy-eyed today?
A kind of "wishfulness" in the air?
A sense of galactic wisdom at hand?
All sealed now open.
Mystery molecules activated.
Visions come forth real.

The Harmony Spreads

Do the stones seem to speak a bit?
And paths ask you to walk upon them?
Is there a "mood" to each now?
A happy lulling into a higher mind?
Cell gates open.
The harmony spreads.

A Sweeping Up into the Heavens

A clearer moment.
Like seeing across time.
When do the angels reveal themselves?
As if the air tingles with them near.
A visitation now.
A sweeping up into the heavens.

Home Is Everwhere

Do you sense the new wave?
The growing of a new place?
A kind of purple-green cast about.
As opposites balance.
The star guide tour begins.
Home is everywhere.

Shall We Place Ourselves in All at Once?

Alternate worlds vast and many.
Can you fathom which ones you pick?
Perhaps a longing to be there once again.
Or this time go far beyond.
Shall we place ourselves in all at once?
And then what?

As If a New Reality "Flashed On"

How many stars have you lived about before?
Truly a galactic child, you.
All in easy reach.
As if a new reality "flashed on."
Di-poles balance.
Agreeables come forward.

Earth Grows Stronger

A "walking thru time" adventure.
Openness everywhere.
Shut doors gone.
A beaming of sorts.
A reckoning of balance.
Earth grows stronger

Future You Smiles

Joy peeks through.
As inner gold shines.
A guiding light holds true.
As embers of remembrance ignite.
A greatness beyond belief.
Future you smiles.

Matter Seems "Different"

A quiet trickling of peace and kindness.
You be so.
Star-worlds touch embers alive again.
You be so.
The wind knows the way.
Matter seems "different."

The Unknown Holds the Answer

The pen touches the paper.
Eyes meet eyes.
Every step seems more right.
Earth angels rise up.
"The showing" holds attention of most.
The unknown holds the answer.

The Lens Opens Fully

How many angels hold your hand?
And walk with you each day?
So much rests unsaid.
Do the flowers seem to come to you?
Appear in strange and odd places?
The lens opens fully.

Can Everything Be a Message?

Can you play just a little today?
Let go the focus of concern?
Perhaps this day has many dawns.
Stones seem ordered.
Placed with intent.
Can everything be a message?

Cosmic Walk-Abouts Everywhere

Softly, softly, softly.
The elaboration of beauty continues.
Hope everywhere.
Quietly riding this timeline.
A kind of extreme willingness to move on.
Cosmic walk-abouts everywhere.