~ The Pulse of Creation ~

The wind, is your fragrant breath That entices my heart to dance Your essence, the mystery That opens me to the magnificence of life Your presence dances in the majestic movement Of the gumtrees swaying at evening time

The melting sunlight of your eyes Pierces the silver lining Upon the remembrance of all things It is the treasure of your truth That meanders as a river To my ocean of being-ness

You return from the other world Drenched in awareness Your perception melting the invisible illusion Seen only with your eyes That search as a radar For truth appearing as an imposter

The light is ignited within the seekers That dot across the planet Blinking as stars Beacons of illumination in the darkness Connecting as a web Pulsating as one super-conscious being

The sky has become the ocean And we bask in the pure moonlight that Cradles our consciousness in her feminine embrace The wind, is now my breath The sap of the gumtree, is now my etheric body

The sunlight that melts Is now the all-seeing dissolution of my other Self The remembrance of other worlds Lives within my soul Dancing to the sacred sound Of the pulse of Creation

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