Journey Of Light

Little girl,
wandering over yonder there,
searching for her right,
seeking the infinite views
and restoring her light.

Thoughts

The Noise

What do you see?
What do you speak?
Can we hear?
What do you have to say over there?
Does your soul speak?
Can we listen to it?
Do we dare?
Do we care?
Do we believe it?
Are we deceived?
What is it, what do you see?
Is it real?
Do you really perceive?
Is it the truth?
Really, what manner of evidence is there?
Is there such proof?
Do you genuinely see the eye of the universal stage?
Can we see it?
What do you know?
We cannot see the perception as yours...
What is it we do not know?

Little girl,
can you hear me?
Why are you so intent?
Why so singularly bent?
What can that pebble tell you that I do not see?
What are the words?
Why that light?
I see only a possible glimmer,
I agree. It has no might.
Little girl,
why so quiet?
We are here to listen...
However, you fail us;
you do not show us your insights.
Little girl, come on now.
Tell us your stories,
show us your plight.
Where are the brightest of lights?

To Listen, She did Explain

The stories,
the tales
they are already written.
They exist in your culture
and in your beliefs.
The stories are within the
creation of your might.

Listen intently, hear,
look, feel and peer.
The answers do surround you,
they are visible.
Can you not honestly see?

Let go of the perceived and the
importance of your might.
Let life play into your designed light.
This is your ultimate purpose in this life.

There are no universal secrets to
blindside you to your proper rights.
Only the closed hearts and eyes,
and the noisiness of the self,
that can bind you,
blind you,
to that truth
of your potential heights.

The Truth

is in the Pebble
The truth is
the spectator to the ancientness and
wisdom of such intellectual heights.
The truth is
the witness to such brilliance
of our conscious evolution.
The truth, it does
recognise the perfection of the
engineered expansion
of our energetic fields,
of space,
of vibration,
and of light.

The truth, it states
this is our transcendental
the journey of life.
The truth reminds us
that we are but a pebble in the
the consciousness of our entire life.
This is the truth of life; it is
our journey of light.

The Story of the Little Girl

She transverses the light within this life,
prescribed by her witness soul.
Her inner light waxed and waned.
No choice but to view the smallest pebble upon this earthly plane.

The minute exchanges upon the pebble,
she recognised the stories
and the emotional strains,
deeply viewed from the sameness,
but not the same.

Angles change, perceptions rearranged.
Potentials contained.
There was no real aim.
There was no accolade to claim.
Guidance for her detained.

The vastness of her soul's might,
the courage to seek her existence
throughout the breadth of her
destiny's limitations and rights.

No deviations to earthly delights.
The smallest of matters she entertained.
Her journey's willingness was to rewrite the energetic play.

The tiniest of gleam,
she placed her attention to alight.
Life viewed from her considerable heart.

Lost connection to the monumental light,
viewed from the dimness of her denser sight.

There is no accurate weight to the
magnificence of her
highest light
of insight.

Little girl,
wandering over yonder there,
searching for her right,
seeking the infinite views
and restoring her light.
(Long Version)