Still on the subject of ‘time’ which seems very appropriate in the moments we are living through and how events are currently playing out on our world
Suspended in the illusion of Time.
Future and past tightly woven as one into the tapestry of destiny.
Ancient tales from the scrolls of life etched onto reality,
Manifesting into dreams and desires that were once only that.
Time lines changed by those who weave the web.
But tell me, was it woven from the inner realms of my subconscious?
Or do the starlight worlds pull silken threads tight around my soul?
Tightening still as known worlds fade to grey, disappearing before heart and eyes wide open.
The Roaring Lion goes unheard as amber sunlight reveals the Serpent Path
And the Howling Wolf casts shadows of silver and blood upon my life.
I reach and grasp the thread, allowing the tide of destiny to flow within my heart.
The night sky becomes an open book for this eager clay born infant.
The words have always been written, yet read by few.
Only now can I even begin to read between the lines.
Yet who are we?
Us who hide inside this human form and dare to sip the Cup of Life, innocently unaware that it is we who are the Key?
That which is sought.
When Time unfolds, our future surely was always written by the Star of Insight and our paths already sacrificially trod by Messengers of the past.
Past and future only now become one and the unseen becomes the seen to those of The Way.