A tale told many times in different ways for it takes viewing from various angles to get to know what is so...and even then you will not get it...maybe not your time....
Consciousness of One
Floating up into the sky
Myriads of sparks glowed and gleamed
Shining forth their power
From their hearts it streamed
Myriads of sparks glowed and gleamed
Shining forth their power
From their hearts it streamed
Each a nucleus of love
Placed there by the MightyOne
Christed consciousness it seemed
Had through many ages been
Different forms had taken on
Each a message brought to mankind
A savior always they
Called Travellers of Light and Sound
Christed consciousness it seemed
Had through many ages been
Different forms had taken on
Each a message brought to mankind
A savior always they
Called Travellers of Light and Sound
Bliss
Brought into being by the Mighty One
Initiated into secret teachings
Sublime they were
Not of the mind
Mystery schools places where
Those who chose choose back
Accessing heights of sheer bliss
Transmuting into inner knowing
Yet still appearing just as you
Ordinary in so many ways
Ordinariness prior condition to God
Not being special as they say
Initiated into secret teachings
Sublime they were
Not of the mind
Mystery schools places where
Those who chose choose back
Accessing heights of sheer bliss
Transmuting into inner knowing
Yet still appearing just as you
Ordinary in so many ways
Ordinariness prior condition to God
Not being special as they say
Great...grate!
When above the crowd you stand
Slings and arrows come your way
Outrageous fortune so it seems
Never imagined in your dreams
Those where you thought
You were so great
Perhaps the word could be spelled grate....
On nerves you grate
Like saws
Or so it seems
If this message meant for you
Take in good grace
Perhaps it is
Perhaps 'tis not
It mattereth neither way
Life goes on no matter what
As in your wildest dream
Slings and arrows come your way
Outrageous fortune so it seems
Never imagined in your dreams
Those where you thought
You were so great
Perhaps the word could be spelled grate....
On nerves you grate
Like saws
Or so it seems
If this message meant for you
Take in good grace
Perhaps it is
Perhaps 'tis not
It mattereth neither way
Life goes on no matter what
As in your wildest dream
Conundrums
As light is heavyMuch not enough
Sayings of old still trickle through
Influencing what say and do
So many
Wiser perhaps or not
Who cares a jot
Do you?????
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