Time Chamaeleon
In all the lands, in all the times, there is a place, and it is mine, there is a place of wonderment of home and hearth, of comfort so sublime, that all of us becomes resolved, evolved to softest, sweetest flow, a dancing brook of water light that flows across the pebbles, turns them into jewels, sparkling joy revealed, a soothing touch and on we flow and glide, such progress, so much distance travelled, and yet it feels as though we never moved at all, it is the world that glides beneath our feet, our wings, and so we breathe in beauty and in splendour - Go north and taste the northern lights and stately pine, the softly falling snow, the silence and the clarity of holy nights that last and give you time to dream and sleep, to rest, to rest so deeply now, so deeply as a seed would sleep and dream and rest and wait for time, to wait for spring ... And isn't spring a dream as well, a dream in youngest, freshest green you've ever seen, and yellow, wondrous blues, and there is never such a time as when the world awakens into life, and powered by the star above, begins to stretch, begins to flow, begins to grow and new, and new is every thing, and new is every you and every part of you, expand and stretch and reach into the new, where not too far away, the flowering awaits, as one into another the past like such a splendid creature changes colour and becomes the now, and changes colour yet again to be the future, and we see it here as light and energy increases, grows and keeps on growing, heat and pressure rising fast, intensity of genesis creates the nexus, spiral center seedling forms inside, becoming more and more, and filling more and more until the starburst now explodes creates the universe, creates it all and all is now alive and singing, as one is all and all is one.
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Silvia Hartmann, January 1st, 2011
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