“Grace befits all those who wait”
A term(line) you’ve yet to contemplate
When in time all is undone
Then indeed you are the sun.
Finely woven threads in time
Become undone that were once entwined
Silver crystal shining beacon
Listen clearly, to you I’m speak’en:
To vaster cosmic threads entwine
And let your old threads of mind unwind.
Grip my pearly silken thread
For you are next in line to wed
Forget you brides, all could be won,
And wed with me, we wed the sun.
Splendid vistas radiant shores
Infinite promises of vast encores,
Spewing forth in infinite number
Like rising foam after the thunder
All in a greater Mother’s embrace
Do you see her shining grace?
Boundless countenance of kind resolve
Echoes long a wisdom old
To bring forth in all goodness, however bold.
The kings of men and queens of shining countenance to behold.
Shall the audience now turn and look away?
Even though these titans herald day?
In their arrogance and self concern,
Believe their little minds the greater,
And others scorn?
Feeble minds and feeble wills,
Peddling their feeble thrills
To ensnare more feeble still
For hide the truth, the darkness will.
What a power to manipulate
To cause their feeble minds to hate
And keep them always looking down,
So to their feet does fall their crown.
See in this a simple sign
That you are, in fact, divine.
And with your will in equipoise
Your heart it smites and overthrows
All would be false and would be foes
Uniting all in bright repose.
Doubt comes before the fall,
Know the truth and stand you tall.
Do not bend yourself to fame,
Bind yourself to silent name,
Silent name, featureless face;
For your heart holds all your grace,
And thank the fortune of its truth,
For revealed to hearts of same embrace;
Are secrets pure kept in this place.
What to do with diamonds pure?
Don them on a ring to bare?
In scepter, or crown placed in the hair?
No, a diamond’s truest power is lost
If ruling with oppression at freedom’s cost.
A diamond is a jewel to cherish
In the crown who love for all does wish
And draw to earth the purest power,
So into all hearts than can it shower.
Pierce the veils, reveal the truth,
Within them lies the ancient youth,
With all your efforts to find in there,
You cover it and look elsewhere.
Who are you to think you know?
When all you know is your own show.
Who are you please see your hair,
Flow into a past you seldom stare.
Do you know your hearts own chord?
A boat you’ve yet to climb aboard?
It sings a sailing song so sweet
A sailing song of oceans deep
Of still and calm and vast and wide
Of midnight sea and midnight sky.