.
I am preparing the way.
Nobody knows the ethereal being
That guides itself into existence
There is so much coming
Through this narrow moment in time,
Through this still narrow mind of mine
The Artist is coming.
I close my eyes in silent reverence,
Calling the great spirits of the future
Inviting the great spirits to participate
In the creation of a human vessel
That can hold the wisdom of the spirits,
And their strength, and their visions.
Guide me with your wisdom,
And let us be full of future.
The Artist is coming.
My earthbound brothers and I
Are facing fearful odds,
Our time is done,
When our minds are closed off
To the Eros of the future.
Future is in the imagination,
And the free roaming mind,
And the open-heartedness
And the intuitive inner vision,
And the healing of the mind-womb
In which the spirits of the future
are born into this world.
The Artist is coming.
I am prepare the way, and know
That I’m not alone.
The spirits are with me.
Full of promise, I can almost see
their smiling faces.
The Artist is coming.
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13 mei 2022
Poetry