As She progresses through creation, some of the wondrous happenings that take place on Her Journey. Words and music and images.
Playing of the Sound
Spinning round in Heavenly Grace
Turning
Tumbling
In outer space
Vibrational frequencies upon Her layed
Like chords upon a flute they played
Joyous they were to those who heard
The sounds of all these glorious words
No meaning had they but so much more
For they the beginnings of mortality
Increasing as they flew through passages of time
In depth and height and random motionality
Turning
Tumbling
In outer space
Vibrational frequencies upon Her layed
Like chords upon a flute they played
Joyous they were to those who heard
The sounds of all these glorious words
No meaning had they but so much more
For they the beginnings of mortality
Increasing as they flew through passages of time
In depth and height and random motionality
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIVe-rZBcm4 in a Garda da Vidda
Purpose now Served
Extraordinary harmonies were they
Like silvered sparks of diamonds lay
Around Her
In Her
Through Her
A rapturous melody sublime
Enabling that which was divine
To be
No meaning for Her had this at all
Merely waves beating on an endless shore
Washed up through detriments of stars
Celestiall bodies now in exile
Their purpose had been served
Like silvered sparks of diamonds lay
Around Her
In Her
Through Her
A rapturous melody sublime
Enabling that which was divine
To be
No meaning for Her had this at all
Merely waves beating on an endless shore
Washed up through detriments of stars
Celestiall bodies now in exile
Their purpose had been served
Findings of Her Mission
And hastening through corridors of time
She found herself on mission bent
Not knowing yet how this would be
A mystery unravelling continuously
As did all She would find
Caught up in flows of constant shaping
Newness all ways and ever making
Unsung words to put in place
That thus would find their rightful place
It mattered not to She
She found herself on mission bent
Not knowing yet how this would be
A mystery unravelling continuously
As did all She would find
Caught up in flows of constant shaping
Newness all ways and ever making
Unsung words to put in place
That thus would find their rightful place
It mattered not to She
as on Her way continued....
