Behind the veil that separates
our earthly lives from unseen grace
are Truths our human minds can’t see
while focused on this reality.
The thoughts that ego keeps in place,
mortal feeling then relates
to dramas of the earthly realm
with ego squarely at the helm.
Belief in the sword of Damocles
aids ego’s quest to bring us to our knees.
‘Til Neptune’s fork stirs up the seas,
from Higher Truths, we are refugees.
The mystic energies unknown
to denser earthly planes below
are accessed through our nightly dreams
when Spirit lovingly rips the seams
that human minds so tightly sew,
parting where the Light has shone
from areas of binding laws
that limit Soul’s much-higher cause.
The unseen Graces hold the keys
that open doors to spiritual ease,
allowing us to hear the pleas
within our Souls that we must appease.
The renderings of moonlit sleep
bring color to our waking world.
This process quite mysterious
can leave us feeling delirious
as somber tones, with light, are swirled,
adding fire to shades so deep
reality becomes infused
with thoughts the ego never mused.
A mind refreshed by nocturnal breeze,
unconsciousness, most likely won’t reprise.
Once fear is banned, the self agrees
to hold the space for what Grace foresees.