To sit within the eyes of the beholder. Holy divine love embracing me holding closer.
Rays descending, ascending vibrations rippling in a spiral course.
Awakening minds and hearts feeling a cause to rise for. A spark igniting a crowd like an atom bomb ripping the landscape apart. This is art in a play not many see yet feel and know.
A plan is afoot and unfolding never yeilding only growing. It demolishes all nay sayers and refusers to wake.
This bomb I call my inner light sparkles blindingly bright. Sheltering those hiding from night and transmuting therein darkness lurking.
Nothing left to hide or deny, we see this social totalitarian structure buckling under the weight of millions voices kicking off.
The dust is whirling in this storm stinging but most of all cleansing. And so this ascension saga goes.
