Spirals of Light
Swoop in tsunami waves
from inter-galactic enormities beyond
flushing through every spatial interstice
to our tiny blue-green globe
spinning on its light-sped path,
bespangled with photonic radiance,
scintillating geometries and
the resonant echo of creative sound
- on its lonely, dire and lovely track.
Its story, history, purpose is embedded
in the dna of every living thing,
teetering on evolving brinks of potential
- of Mind, Intelligence, Loving;
newly birthing empathic futures.
The hominid, metamorphing
towards humblest prowess
in joy, community and awe.
The Song of Ages,
returning to destinies’ dearest Home.
I see them, gathering around
a silvery dragon lake,
idly standing in groups or alone
among wintry trees, on grassy clearings,
aside the reedy-rustling waters edge;
sentinels of Light, rooted, as if on watch,
stating their case, in-body.
Each figure is encased, interactively
in those streams of light
transmitting via bone and stone
to the earth’s own living, hurting heart:
Ezekiels chakra wheels whirling.
Allowing the collective devastation
to dissipate into itself,
clearing the karmic webs and hooks
for freshly germinating new beginnings;
These erupt in profusion through the young, the world and agape lovers,
the dreamers, servers, visionaries, devotees and worker-bees
illumining the day, like suns rising.
Feb