I walk out of Starbucks, after a long night on the train.
I could be in any city really, they all look the same.
I mosey past the courthouse, grateful I'm not there
and then the county jail, watching people stand in line
waiting their date with destiny.... some destiny.
A couple walks in front of me, typical ghetto, screaming at each other.
I stop and clear my energy field, so as not to absorb the hatred.
I look in the window of the county jail and see a woman watching me....
As I cross the street, I catch the eyes of a lawyer,
perplexed by my carrying of a rust velvet pillow.
He doesn't understand quite where I've been.
Others catch my light and dare to look me in the eye.
I take notice of the ones who can see.
It's all a cops and robbers game, both sides intelligent,
extremely manipulative.
A little baby runs to meet her daddy as I stand at the bus stop writing my prose.
Thank you Goddess for inspiring me!
My heart is wide open after 2 weeks with my son,
and as I let him go, I realize nothing can be done... just yet
It is not time to drag him away from his life, his job undone.
He has work to do where he is,
even at the tender age of eight.
If only his other parents could see that.
I stand transfixed by the cement grid I stand in,
a sector of the matrix,
so deeply cherished by victims.
This world we live in is quite perplexed.
I stand here, clear as a bell,
knowing my place,
knowing I cannot re-enter this matrix
but for brief moments to satisfy a need
placed upon me by others.
I have traversed the dimensions for years now
but each time it becomes more clear
that I have left this world behind
only to find the most majestic magnificence and splendor
in the new dawn where I reside.
Thursday in the 3rd is depressed and sad,
nobody smiles or bothers to look up
for fear of being recognized.
A man looked at me just now as if he saw an angel,
so I addressed his gaze and he turned away quickly
in shame.
People don't speak to each other in the 3rd dimension,
at least in this matrix,
unless they have an agenda.
This is a sad world,
not one I want to continue in
I can see why people lose hope.
The air is too thick to actually breathe
and that is precisely when I choose
to breathe even deeper, for I am ONE
with everything,
I leave nothing out
no stones unturned.
I live here, there and everywhere.
You never know who you might meet....
on the bus.
Walking down a residential street
in the quiet mist
I watch the birds fly above me
knowing all is as it should be...
It may not be the world for me,
no light to be seen,
but I will bring the light and share it freely.
I will stop at nothing to see this world transformed,
and all of us carried forth into the new reality.
If only we were informed, and by we,
I mean ALL of us
Those who seek to have a better life
to feel the light
even those who don't.
May my words penetrate someone,
reach someone's heart,
then I will know I have fulfilled an aspect of
my purpose here
this time around.
People who don't know,
don't understand
but that is still no excuse
for what has happened here on this planet.
The ability to respond
must be addressed.
My name is Creation.
Copyright 2011 ~ Saralise
