Thursday, July 12, 2007


A collective power of the crystalline spheres;
On their way to the gathering place;
It somewhat ends as it all began;
Each one in their own individual race;
They are pulled like magnets to a source;
Something draws them like insects to the light;
The paths are clearly marked for all;
Every sphere of its kind must pass this way;
The glacial striations of the crystal lattice;
Pathways filled with their bodies all day;
They are like plankton in the seas;
Of varying degrees;
Their collective power-amasses the great dower;
Soon the power of each one will grace a presence;
Already previously conceived to what is owed by all;
A melting pot awaits where there is no other;
Where they shall all meet in the great and mighty hall;
In its corridors-within its borders;
Are the age old answers to what has always been asked;
No answer has been revealed but to those who have yield;
Until now the concealed knowledge has remained masked;

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