Music Once we were given the gift of creation with the light of the stars to guide our way home.
Yet with all of our time here,
The layers of illusions just block memory of that which once was.
The seed of truth that was planted so very deep in our souls,
Waiting for a prayer or a wake-up call from God to glimpse some truth that reminds us what we are really made of.
Maybe it is the singing of that strange star-catcher song or the net of creation thrown across the skies that can retrieve us and bring us home.
Did it come from some strange vision or a dream sent as a reminder so we can see what it was that called to us so long ago and really transformed us to believe the golden chisel of Earth's temples,
A reflection that is seen in our souls,
A chance to dress as God in form with a hidden key that we all know.
And somewhere the door to paradise was left open,
And so we can be set free to dwell in the houses of the Holy or stay in the world of dreams till we hear the hark the herald angels bring with that breath of creation that holds this inner truth alive in everything.
And perhaps some part of us still remembers what we really came here for.
And we see past the illusions and find the power to see the vision of Heaven's shores.
And we reach beyond the lifetimes it takes to wake up to the call of God and find what was meant to be.
And we leave the illusions behind as we find the trail of secrets and hidden clues with this great gift of divine love in being that lives in the soul of me and you.
