A Kind Of Need To Morph Words To Tones

A furthering of endeavors,
As if accelerating the potentials.
Many walkways span the abys's,
As if far out dreams draw into quick reality.
The "hum" begins.
A kind of need to morph words to tones.

As If Opening Gifts From The Future

Guides appear in unlikely places,
Like sign-posts amidst the chaos.
Solitude opens corridors of peace,
As earth hums its way home.
A kind of "happiness" in the air,
As if opening gifts from the future.

All Feel The Pull

Of a higher earth now.
A quantum jump.
The newness energizes.
A kind of leap into heaven,
On earth still.
All feel the pull.

You Are The Living Prayer

Inner feelings seem clearer.
Crystal clear.
Pure and strong,
As if intoned with "Om."
As if a white glistening mist wafts thru you.
You are the living prayer.

As If You Travel Time On A Whim

How wild can things get?
As if the sun and moon were in your pocket.
As if you healed anything with slightest thought.
As if earth shook a bit as you walked upon it.
As if the trees threw down their leaves to cloak you.
As if you travel thru time on a whim.

As If Illuminated By The God-Flame

The seeing goes beyond the eye,
As if more felt than seen.
The "vision" spans many worlds,
As if alive thruout the vastness.
Inner sight lights up,
As if illuminated by the God-flame.

Joy Blazes

A hopefulness about,
As if peeking a bit forward on a great surprise.
A "lifting up."
Obstacles fade.
A kind of "wonder time."
Joy blazes.