Beautiful effervescent orbs a-float
brushing past my form, however
ethereal and lightheaded I feel, it is
not a human phenomenon, to be whisked
away enshrouded with abject darkness
in levitation, I note.
The circular clear bubbles, closer,
they float as if my trust it earned,
a secret of the Universe is learned,
as it unlocks it, in the vast expanse
of light colliding into light to merge, one
anomaly from another as it grows
teeming in endless Consciousness’.
The final frontier where wars
would be raged out off ignorance,
I pray not, for the stage is far more
paramount than greed and jealousy
as the million of suns lights its pathways.
The orbs contain tiny spark-like
stars, embryonic and innocent,
only a Conscience is wrapped in,
cold and dense is the orbs of those
that past, I suppose, as we reach a destination
along the supernova lit corridors, therein
stands the purest form as the orbs move
erratically forward, faster, clamoring to
touch, be part of, Its presences.
I watch their ascendancy as in the
cold, dense orbs a spark ignites
“I am the Seed”, It reverberates.
Fear not, should you not a father begot
or be a person of naught, for the Seed
gives rise to all life which starts off
as a single Thought,
“I am the Seed and you are born free; indelibly”.