Time is running out... Sunday, September 6, 2009

The winds of change are forever blowing upon us but there are now hurricanes brewing just off shore and giant tornadoes preparing to sweep us all away.  What will you do?  What “are” you doing?  Are the signs not obvious to you or have I been misled?  We are the dinosaurs you’ve read about whose future does not exist.

The closer one looks outside at everything that makes up our world the more one is drawn to the inner well from which all truth springs freely.  We are both the cause and the effect and this sudden realization creates a stillness that can reflect the shift necessary to right this earthship which is floundering.  Dream not of more peaceful days gone by or salvation yet to come for the moment you’ve been waiting for is here knocking at your door.  You must dedicate yourself to being the switch that turns life on.  You must let your self wither away in order to give birth to that which is the source.  You must discover without delay the reason you are here and as you breathe in this elixir of enlightenment let go of all your fears.  The only answer to the only question has always remained the same.  It has been pronounced in many tongues and through the chants of many oracles over time and its echo lingers still.  Your survival is at stake as is mine and all that lives, so take the breath of renewal and move toward the light.  Right action has no option when the blessing has arrived and only in the heart can you unite with that which must be done.

 

Rise up, rise up all ye seraphs and magicians

And proclaim your right to life.

Hold steady to your staff of peacefulness

And love me with your embrace.

Wander not from the path that leads to wisdom

For the sacred tablet decrees it so,

And when you pass by me in your journey to the promised land

Remember I’m the same.

 

Uncover your true self and polish it as one would a precious gem,

And you will never be mistaken again.

 

I’ve searched for the words to express my love for you and their elusive beauty spurs me on. 

I am lost in the fullness of this passionate delight within the spiralling vortex of your essence,

And wish only to dance romantically at home with you. 

If I were Lancelot I would slay each dragon that comes your way but know this must be your purpose alone,

And I am here to bear witness to your brilliance until you take my hand. 

Come, let’s walk together again for this moment that we share and greet all things with open hearts until the sun returns. 

I want to be your lover, evermore, nothing else can fill me up,

And when the morning breeze freshens just before the dawn,

I will rise with you and greet the heavens as only a devoted muse can do.

 

As I know this so do I cherish it,

And out of that perfume you rise up like the genie from the lamp,

Seducing me again and leading me in merriment where I had feared to go before.

The love and gratitude I have for you can never be uttered,

So in the sacred tomb of silence I offer up myself to you again.

 

Please take me...take me again...I am yours.

 

Dr. John