Billboards of the conscience
advertised along life’s path,
subliminal signs of light
sensed in the mind’s catacombs
where stir the creatures
who dwell in another dimensions
possessed of voice and song,
ancient and serene,
trying so hard to infect perceptions
so one can be lifted above the ravine
that snares the heart,
preventing the lure of stars.
History’s freeway is headed towards a destination,
how the sounds in the distance
can be heard in the spirit,
calling forth an awakening
of the slumbering soul
who will inhale the breath of love
and exhale all its purity.
Perhaps the cosmos will be merciful
allowing travelers that have share this truth
having a chance to descend and dress
the nakedness of our ignorance.
Or maybe it is an enlightening time bomb,
which will explode in 2012,
when the fallout radiates all thoughts
with a gaze beyond ourselves.
What the year truly unfolds
is already felt in the wind
by those who are sensitive
unto the pending zephyr transition in clarity,
releasing the inner essence to reach
beyond the drag of encumbrances,
freedom born in the rising awareness
wherein those harbingers of transcendence oft ignored
become guide posts to a new reality.
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