My Work
In the dusk of one fine morning
I awoke within my dream
To some gentle voices whispering
'bout a place I've never seen
Beckoning me to come and join them,
I could do nothing but agree
And with that thought upon my mind,
In no time it came to be
Bathed throughout with warm emotion,
All was bound, nothing separate
All-That-Is was part of me,
And I, in turn, a part of it
We listened to the sunshine,
Heard the sounds of goldenness
Brightly amber sound waves resound
In the vastness
Reverberation of a feeling,
Caressing all along it's way
The wordless realization
Of all the thoughts you cannot say
Flowing colors of the spectrum
Soothe each niche of consciousness
Every ray with it's own meaning,
Absorbing all and nothing less
Now I lay here on my bed,
Tears flowing from my eyes
Wishing I was back,
At my home within the sky
But my sadness drifts away,
The tears on my cheeks are gone
For I know I will return,
When my work here has been done.
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