If you are enriched by Truth
and you are driven to empathy
with open heart,
then you will know the heavy burden it is now
to carry virtue with you as you go.
You are too full in meaningless times.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
as the Snake coils in minions up, minions down.
No Kether light as feather
shall be known
until all are free.
its weight in gravity
must now be endured,
for you carry what the others will need
so very soon to be cured.
It is difficult to move.
The 'why' a palpable huge.
A paradigm a dozen.
Faith is rife with pain and angst holds angels to the rain.
Slowing down, in entropy, they pass you on the ground.
Inquisitors seek confession. But you know
there can be no room for vapid stories of made-up lies
of enemies you must despise,
and you still refuse to accept imposters on these presented temperaments of Mother Gaia
as true form.
She knows her children are those wet with tears.
It seems you must even crawl to gain one day.
Wonders are becoming!
I know the laden down you, for I too struggle to move the Temple a tiny fraction closer to our home.
Our Stonehenge of spirit lines up in the near to distant nox,
and our shared shoulders bear the most important Light a beacon there in rocks
that must flare into Eternity at its rising hour.
The prophesy not of clocks. Alarms. Alarms ...