just yesterday it seemed the sky was endless blue
the path was clear and the juniper bloomed
walking upon such sacred ground its easy to forget
other realms abound
 
there is compassion to a world in sorrow however
perhaps they’ve forgotten none of its real
and the experience lived is how they’ve created
and now found themselves, their fears or complaining
shifting any joy right out of their vibration
endlessly replaying memories gone past
refusing to evolve upon their inner paths
 
so as I walk these paths knowing… if I were to think back
I’d be melted into a molten ash so instead
I’ll see this day in its present form
aware of its changes and bask in its warm
 
I can feel the energy begin to shift
as a perforated shadow stitches a seam
within the fabric and ideas rift, thoughts converge
and ascension symptoms drift