READ THE ARCHIVES

 

 

Why are my words so silent? When will their worth be revealed?
I was spoken to by a spirit; seven thunders no more concealed.

A voice from the sandy dunes, alone except for my brothers;
knowing now the time is come to share with all the others.

i visualize a throng of people raising their hearts up to God -
finding a brand new consciousness, we are lifting Moses' rod.

there has been a drought of kindness; those who've lost their will to care -
they must embrace contrition, they must seek inside their own pair.

the basic human experience, that mindset must be compared
with the innermost peace of our heart, and the consciousness shared.

the dual reality of the human mind finding the divine witness within,
curbing desire and looking to God. then the judgement will begin.