Solar Plexus Sun of the Soul 2

Tiphereth Centre, She, who holds the light Connection abundant placed to description Concentration, He, in all the names Of beauty Filtered from the through put out pouring skies Entrusted to perception Before these provoking eyes Solar Plexus Third state consciousness and invocation Her Aeon vibration Calling These propositions to ignite The sleeping mirror within the Chakra heart Sol sustaining The augury of hope ever renewed She proliferates Never and forever Changing The coloured combination's Of living Goddess and God of all she is And without There is no acuity to perceive No idylls, idea’s, no breaths to breathe No thoughts of these convoluted explanations Of existence No human birthed to conscious awareness Face of creation She is All life’s attractions He makes To their radiance and adamantine warmth All know Earthly existence, flocks Beacon He is Light She is The living cell of solar system Embodies this the Galactic entity And what unknown umbilical chord Resounds to this magnitude Of the ever eternal point Centred Touches this finite moment of stars As spatial Universal Extends Extends their phantom finger She and He And bright upon the next octave Of spiritual reality Through the vast and the void veils Extends their phantom finger And somehow Through all the atoms and molecules Through the dancing language Wrote in within these plains of light Writes And reads These Words