Between Realms
Aged and spent,
this veil is rent;
through worlds unseen,
the earth grows green.
As etheric touch,
is felt so much;
one learns to discern
the twists and turns.
For those who see
between the trees
and hear with ears
beyond mortal years.
As boundaries stop
the earthly clock;
no turning tides
on moonlit nights.
Revealed, the future,
yet to be nurtured
and a past explained,
of lives maintained.
The seer well knows
the spiritual flows;
the reader knows the signs
of grand design.
Pay close attention,
avoid dissention;
your intuition,
brings fruition,
It’s simply gifts,
that can uplift;
the soul, then alights
and soars to new heights.
In-between the realms;
spirits at the helm;
mysteries untold,
will soon unfold.
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