There is this story,
so old that Time Itself bows out of it's keeping.
Before it was and in such simplicity,
We were.
Standing in existence and gazing into Eternity,
another value with the measure of forever,
it had to have been,
a second in a moment's grace.
Brought together by more than chance,
the plan was the stance of whom knew,
how grand the life of Two joining as One could be!!
The example,
of how to value the gift of the Cosmos,
as it streamed into what is deemed.
The vast and ever growing Universe at play,
this dynamic would be the guide,
showing us the Way!!
Being the Tell and mapping out the coming Hell,
as not a disaster,
but a route to a rapture,
so we may Continue,
not be kept or imprisoned by stature,
rather complement each in After.
The recovery of what has been lost,
can only be found when you wake to know,
the sound of Two roaring as One,
a numerical lead.
The unity of an eternal flame produced,
the burning desire to grasp the truth,
a recognized and valued root.
In Growth 'we' suffer reality,
with Sight 'we' gain ability,
in Remembrance 'we' embrace our Source,
in Constance 'we' know our tomorrow Our Now.
This is the example of how,
the show of a cosmic stow,
the beauty of such a throw,
a natural glow,
the shimmer of a Know.
Natural understanding,
in a magnetic connection,
nurturing the guidance of only what we were taught,
in all but silence.
I say,
be who you know yourself to have been,
shine like the sun that will never set,
recognize the glory of the light shed upon the Moon in her darkest sted.
The most incredible route,
the source of which I tout,
know your shout is the ample voice,
provided so you may make a choice,
know you're noise.
Forced opinion,
the gag that will silence a sign,
will bury you in an uncomfortable find.
The Tomb of an extinguished life,
lost too sound and never to be found,
it will be the burial shroud,
and it proves to be the death of only what is known,
as the doubt that is cast upon the innocence of faith in an eternal deed.
