From a deep meditation in 2001, filed among the annals of my dream experiences and discovered in my current ‘purge’. It has been enlightening in a fresh way to revisit my dreams during those years of growth. I found this poem to be even more relevant today, almost prophetic in some way. It brought back the feelings I had when it came to me.

Transformation Revelation
(Thoughts from the edge of consciousness)
I saw the Earth spread vast before me
with all its pain and suffering.
I heard the cries and felt the sorrow,
the heaviness that life can bring.
Disease and death, despair and danger
thus covering the bloom of Life.
Deceit and hate, mistrust and anger-
the soul of man, beneath the knife.
I spread my arms and swept the land
and called to those of one achord.
We raised our voices to the skies
and called upon the ancient word.
“We lift our prayers to Spirit now,
release all souls in agony,
return our brothers to their lands,
shine bright the Light so we may see.”
Then did the heavens open up,
I saw the Morning Star within.
With outstretched arms he whispered sweet
for all in pain to enter in.
I witnessed famine and decay
depart from Earth as in a storm.
All forms of spirit, wounded fled-
within the Light my heart was warm.
The spire of darkness made its way
on through the gates to pierce the sun.
our song was joined by every soul-
a transformation had begun.
When the ashes dark blew out of sight
there rose a roaring o’er my head,
as the flutter of a thousand wings.
Within the thunder Spirit said,
“Petals from ashes, Life from Death.”
I felt release within Its breath.
Sweet fragrance wafted on every side-
‘twas all and nothing I could describe.
Showers of petals fell to the Earth
as signs of life began to show.
Blades of grass heralded rebirth,
from the mountain hearts, springs did flow.
We raised a new song through our humble tears,
and prayed for wisdom to guide our choice.
We would learn right ways to protect the Earth
as one last time we herd Spirit’s voice.
“It is not in the planning that Salvation comes,
not in the preservation of one’s soul.
It comes through remembering from whence you came-
the Why, the How, the Same, the Whole.
the Why, the How, the Same, the Whole.
Cheryl KP copyright words and image 2020
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