....a momentary view
is all we have in a point assigned,
as spirits of the all ...we are but few
having come to be... to carry the burden
of humanity...
as this is our time to do and be...
the ones, who... get things done...
a portion of the flow of the souls
we represent of common ancestry
more than we know
but, for ...some great unknown...
given a second chance
to make what course corrections
we might, as we live...
as is, fitting for the very future
we are coming to
in this life...
being lost without a clue
all, because ...too long ago
someone tossed the script
of what we were tasked to do
within these motions of life,
inspired perhaps
with insights from a heaven
which coincides with
a common sense of life
within this... universal stream
of good intent
not too far from the ocean
of our heart of mind
...to grasp a handfull
of the eternal dream
as it comes and goes,
combined with the realization
of this moment in flux, as it grows...
changes phase
and begins transitioning
from what might
appear at first to be mere reactions
in a series of cascading steps
played upon this stage
...to key events
in the spiritual pools,
we see reflected in the tides of life
as it affects us individually
...and collectively a state of being
where focal points of reality
meet our minds and our spirituality
comes into focus, changes inwardly
bends time, becomes aligned
with the eventuality of shifting tides
its energy, a catalyst,
a fuel and quench
both...
to allow a spark
to add fire to the clay
its the color we portray
in the mood of our persuation
and if continuity allows
the part we play
among our fellow travellers
as this reality
imperceptively changes
by our force of will
an influence, perhaps
of our passion + prayers
...to continue
in its rise to a place
we by chance,
call destiny,
as we drift,
sometimes
purposefully
along our path
connected,
in many ways
in this journey...
across dimensions
of time
and space...
then too,
we all, in part
complete
the arc,
take our turn
reflecting upon
the heart of
the universe...
of our beliefs
carry a torch lit by our consciousness
a remnant of a gift before time,
we received from the source
and pass on as we are able
as our spark materializes
but for a moment
...in its return
to dust
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