Muraqaba

I meditate as a gentle sentinel, Protecting and cultivating my peoples mental, Journeying into man's pineal gland, To overstand, And take a message like Remy shand, I hear a celestial voice from my Heavenly past, So I prostrate on green grass, And watched the overcast gloom and the storm clouds pass, How I asked did this tremendous task come to pass? There was a deep sigh, Follow by a silent but manifest reply, "Look toward the sky trough your third eye, Spin like kingly hair, Like blood in the vein, And the atoms that forms the air, Bringing rains Enabling you to travel the astral plane, Are you prepared? Your heart is the fountain of truth for you To quench the thirst of the earth's youth," The temple is shaking, The vision is fading, The voice starts stating it's time to awaken I'm channel emotions sailing a endless ocean to bring the vision of this mission into fruition annilating into the annilated annilation, I begin to awaking from this meditation with the revelation, And a message for my nation…