Moving on the Edge of Time



dancer in blackMoving on the edge of time:

Dancing in my spirit,

Grace is invoked.

Deep, deep as in the intensity

Of a primal landscape,

I feel all creatures in my flesh

purewhiteflower While the glow of my soul –

Laser white in aspiration –

Hews the path through the dense environs.


For the consecration has taken place.
The air is full of concentration.
Gratitude reigns.


Flaming JuneMaking it of a dream,

Making it of a memory,

The fantastic magic is reality.


lotusesAbundant splendor blossoms in the

Lotus jungle.

Beyond all,

The scent intoxicates my very body,

ballerinaAs my soul sways towards an entrancing

Union with the Divine.



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