The Molting Soul
Shadows shatter on the wall
Peal the lightning,
through it all,
Feel the thunder
Roll
your head,
going under.....
turning red.
down below where none may find you,
chains are falling far behind you.
Dragging trails
of burning embers,
here where only love remembers,
frozen in time's endless grasp,
your metered life expires at last.
Casting off the coils restraining,
only purity remaining,
transcend now the level reaching,
upward to the Master's teaching,
Opening your eyes and mind
seek a new world..................
yours to find.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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