"The Kindness" Softens Earth

Can you bring your focus sharper perhaps?
Like a crystal lens with golden thought poured thru.
A sound-bridge, light-formed, holds forth travel keys.
The windswept flourishes.
Angels bring friend angels.
"The kindness" softens earth.

Inner Tunnels Clear Open and Glow

A lushness to the moment.
Can you comb the energy out a bit?
The "pause" appears more often.
As time-skips open.
The horizon of belief takes on cosmic scale.
Inner tunnels clear open and glow.

The Golden Luster Appears

The golden luster appears.
As if hidden long beneath musty dust.
All shimmers gold.
Like sunlight lit inside.
Every thing, everybody, everywhere.
The universe brightens immensely.

Earth's All the Buzz

A kind of "walking thru."
As if cosmic lamps light the way.
A kind of "greeting" all around,
As if kin all.
A sense set free.
Earth's all the buzz.

And Find the Moment willing to Morph?

Are far off lands a place in the sky?
Or an opening of sorts to another realm?
Can you wish upon the inner star?
And find the moment willing to morph?
How quickly the day drifts by,
As if by angel's breath.

A Kind of Tinkling Sound

A brightness comes closer.
Perhaps a sense of "all good."
A kind of tinkling sound.
As if a great gentleness awoke.
The sky seems full of life.
Beholding greatness here.

Earth Bows Thanks

Quickly, quickly, the day flies by.
A kind of "tipping point" near.
Time traveler, walk on.
A "beaming" sought and seen.
Do you long to live among the stars?
Earth bows thanks.

Inner Kingdoms Shine Everywhere

A new forest grows.
Upon a place unknown before.
A kind of "wish-land" come true.
Inner kingdoms shine everywhere.
The great dawn.
Can heaven be really here?

A Walk Thru the Greater Vision

A kind of seeing beyond.
Beyond the books and science.
Beyond the "common sense."
Beyond, beyond, beyond.
A quiet knowing.
A walk thru the greater vision.

An Earthiness to the Day

An earthiness to the day.
As if it calls and calls and calls.
Look upon this place and see grace,
In the swaying tree,
In the trickling brook.
To read the living signs all about.

A Kind of "Talking" in the Air

Om, yes.
Settling. Much settling.
The parameter of awareness expands.
A kind of "talking" in the air.
Watch-fuls open eyes.
All doors open.