Angel's Song
Are you Ready?
There you are my Lions and Lionesses
Whispering to me at 3am
Asking for my knowing
My tribe's truth
You nearly see me with suspicious eyes
Almost…
Your claws are still present
You see enough to make me lift my head and wonder
Touch my fingers to my forehead and to my lips
Are you ready?
To remember why you are here?
Why you called out in the dark?
For you to remember your sacred self
Your soul’s birthright to create a new world
To remember more of your being
Than years in this body, bones and skin
Than the scars upon your heart
Beyond time and place
Will you remember the millennia we have walked in Light?
Or will you buck
Turn on your heel
Flee into easier disconnection
Avoidance, digital noise
Chemical escapism
Easier arms and blinkered eyes
Will you remain in the comfortable discomfort of known suffering
As our Earth falters
Or will you wake up?
We have not come to make peace with the you-of-now
You did not call us unto you for this reason
Before you were born you urged us
To find you in strange places
Called us to you
Not to soothe you
Or tell you all is well
You called us to crack wide open your heart
Your memory
An ache deep in your being
For another way to be
Surrender of ego into a new Union
You called us
To Love you
Suddenly
Rawly
Now
You called us to hold you while the tall stories as big as skyscrapers smash
Meteors fly through space
Truth opens
Concrete and fire rain about our heads
To hold you even as the egoic ones
The materialistic owners
The narcissists we battle with for your life
Will fight for existence, snarl and spit, make us the enemy
My tribe can wear it
We have done this dance with you through time
To free your soul in phoenix fire
In forgiveness
Wisdom
Truth
Surrender and love
It will sting, bite and leave you panting on your knees
It requires death of the Old You
to Birth your Light
In mind, body, heart
To create space for this light to thrum through you
For the love that you are to wash through your coding, quarks and string
For your shoulders to once more wear your golden garments
To hold high your sword as a Light Human
The old must perish
It will be profound suffering
and..
Joy
Joy beyond imagining
Are you ready?
All Rights reserved Veronica Farmer
For more of Veronica Farmer's writing visit www.veronicafarmer.org
There you are my Lions and Lionesses
Whispering to me at 3am
Asking for my knowing
My tribe's truth
You nearly see me with suspicious eyes
Almost…
Your claws are still present
You see enough to make me lift my head and wonder
Touch my fingers to my forehead and to my lips
Are you ready?
To remember why you are here?
Why you called out in the dark?
For you to remember your sacred self
Your soul’s birthright to create a new world
To remember more of your being
Than years in this body, bones and skin
Than the scars upon your heart
Beyond time and place
Will you remember the millennia we have walked in Light?
Or will you buck
Turn on your heel
Flee into easier disconnection
Avoidance, digital noise
Chemical escapism
Easier arms and blinkered eyes
Will you remain in the comfortable discomfort of known suffering
As our Earth falters
Or will you wake up?
We have not come to make peace with the you-of-now
You did not call us unto you for this reason
Before you were born you urged us
To find you in strange places
Called us to you
Not to soothe you
Or tell you all is well
You called us to crack wide open your heart
Your memory
An ache deep in your being
For another way to be
Surrender of ego into a new Union
You called us
To Love you
Suddenly
Rawly
Now
You called us to hold you while the tall stories as big as skyscrapers smash
Meteors fly through space
Truth opens
Concrete and fire rain about our heads
To hold you even as the egoic ones
The materialistic owners
The narcissists we battle with for your life
Will fight for existence, snarl and spit, make us the enemy
My tribe can wear it
We have done this dance with you through time
To free your soul in phoenix fire
In forgiveness
Wisdom
Truth
Surrender and love
It will sting, bite and leave you panting on your knees
It requires death of the Old You
to Birth your Light
In mind, body, heart
To create space for this light to thrum through you
For the love that you are to wash through your coding, quarks and string
For your shoulders to once more wear your golden garments
To hold high your sword as a Light Human
The old must perish
It will be profound suffering
and..
Joy
Joy beyond imagining
Are you ready?
All Rights reserved Veronica Farmer
For more of Veronica Farmer's writing visit www.veronicafarmer.org
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