January 8, 2022
A formless spirit organizing time Approaches me as from a golden fane, I write His words as they come down to me Knowing I am nothing but a scribe. I impress upon the mind a silence vast, Unmovable in the daily drama of life When unimportant seems the world's approach To finance and the varied governments Suppressing freedom locking the masses down A deep-state ideology to rule And conquer all the souls who disagree. But I have met Him in the subtle worlds And with my forehead touched Her sacred feet And know there is a plan divine at work Behind the ineffective mind of man And all one day will see the world anew, Golden in the beauty of Her Smile.
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