The shattering of the old.
The reconfiguration, a cautious glow.
Our whole story needs to come into play. The authentic...
she lives upon the sunlit planet her heart they say,
lies in the woven matrix that contains the threads of the universal eternity
and the clarity of the evolving consciousness.
Forgather of drama, no more.
Partake in no encumbrance.
Nullify the thoughts of destruction.
Create a void, trapping falsehoods.
Breathe to escape those lairs.
It is the touch, the smell, the feel,
the sound of life that is missed.
The ache of the heart that cannot mend.
The tears that flow silently with such sorrow.
The anguish so exhausting,
it will not disappear.
They are here,
so near, but where?
Are they as close as they feel,
but we cannot see?
Are their spirits as true as the body I can feel?
Am I ready to understand?
Can I truly see?
The truth lies right next to you,
the spirit of your loved ones that have
passed on, are but a belief away.
They dwell within you, around you,
and near you.
You helped so much.
To understand that death
is only another step in the soul’s evolvement.
Know they are always near,
only a vibration away.
Your sadness they see, their love is full.
so very much…