A few weeks ago
you opened the door
and a large corridor
led me into a dark void.
I hear screams as I walk
on shattered glasses
mimicking noise across
transparent fences.
Stop! Please listen to these nuances,
our souls are trapped
you can’t ignore the chances.
My nervous system sizzles
while I dive deeper
into humanity’s prison.
Beyond the third-dimensional cage
lies a force we can easily trigger
to dismantle the illusion
that worships false masters
disguised as shape-shifters.
Buildings coerced to move energies
between polarities
capturing consciousness
into a boring game of duality.
Fool the mind,
block the heart
the solar flares will continue
to hit Earth’s grids and lay-lines.
What’s with the twelve-strand DNA?
You whisper softly as you pass by.
Don’t avoid darkness
it’s part of who you are
use its speed and obscurity
to keep that golden sphere spinning clockwise.
Tunnels and labyrinths will continue to unwind
as you embrace uncertainty
and step forward courageously
into the human maze
you once created
with your beautiful sound.
If you have ever wondered why you’re attracted to specific ancient sites or star clusters, reading the different chapters of "Spiritual Harvest" might help you recreate the kaleidoscope of your unique puzzle.
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