Iris A. Moore: Dance of the Merging Timelines

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August 25, 2013 Iris A. Moore

Thanks to Golden Age of Gaia.

Pensive

On the journey “Home,”

With my feet sometimes on the ground in 3-D,

With my head in a higher dimension,

With the timelines dancing inside me,

Sometimes I feel like I’m ripping apart.

I see pictures from the past flying by,

Like lost pieces from a jigsaw puzzle

With no place to go.

In my mind, I dig a hole and bury them.

Body walks into the kitchen,

But I do not remember why we are here.

Did I lose my mind?

It must be crossing dimensions.

Some days I look into the mirror

And see a young face,

But another day it looks wrinkled and old,

Shedding the past,

Reaching for Immortality.

Body aches and pains come and go.

They try to pull me back.

Body starts to sneeze,

But out comes a loud cry.

Sometimes it mumbles

Strange sounds and words,

And I wonder, “where am I?

Who am I?”

Ah, this body is like a child.

I must take it into my Love

And comfort it now.

“Are you coming, body?”

It cries for me to wait.

“I never dreamed you could make this journey

with me.

Hang in there, body!

You’re not the only one

Who does not know what is happening.

We are in this together, buddy..

So far.”

The scene changes;

Time is gone, as I have known it.

Sounds that would have scared me

No longer jar me loose,

For I am half somewhere else,

Resting in peace,

Anchored in knowing I’m not really crazy..

It’s just a dance through the timelines,

Through illusions

That daily seem less real than yesterday.

The burning candle makes a tall flame

In the darkness,

Reminding me who I am;

That I’m not alone.

The wind moves the curtain,

But there is no fear.

Body sleep now.

Holy Spirit keep now

My body, soul and mind

While I journey

Into the familiar unknown

To wake up my memory.

Angels help me remember

Who I really am

While I walk through

this fragmented journey

Of time and illusions.

But now, Dear Angels, sing me a love song

While I take flight.

Help me remember where we go.

The silence and deep peace

Take me further

Where the blue meets the gold.

Finally it is the moment I have dreamed of..

I am Golden.

I remember

I remember
I remember.

 

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