Turn The Page
I can feel the light shining in my soul and my spirit is getting bold a new chapter is about to unfold and the grey clouds have faded away and clouds of love is coming your way.
Something must have gone through the gate dumping negative energy all over the place. The sun has consumed it from the very core, creating a strange furnace around the doors.
The temperature has risen above fifteen million degree and consumed a significant portion of the earth charring up the human flesh and chasing a hundred thousand animals to their death.
You can see them running away from the fire and the herds’ men riding around on horseback trying to put out the flame, but the heat was very strong, and all the animals fell one by one.
The smelL of burnt hair perfumes the atmosphere and you could see the smoke rising from a distance, powdering the atmosphere with soot and memory fastens to the chimney wall that cannot be removed.
I am turning the page and moving forward with my days, whatever may come my way I will embrace it and move gingerly with it. The days kept fading away and something magnificent is about to unfold so place your hand across your heart and listen carefully to every beat and it will take you back to where you start.
I can feel it around you and I can see it coming towards you; it is that striking gut feeling that you get when you have ran a marathon and you are almost out of breath, the water cannot cool you down and desire have you running all over the town, and when you hear that special sound the passion rise up inside you and have you bound.
The universe was just in time to usher you to the divine; walk slowly towards the bend and you will see it standing in front of you and you will know exactly what to do.
Take a good look at it and learn to honor it, can you feel that strange feeling crawling in your chest, turn the page one chapter over and underline the first three paragraphs, and place your index finger on the third and fifth line and penetrate it until you understand it.
The earth has extended its promises and grants you your final wish. Keep turning the pages until you complete the final chapter, and I will have you over. Paris or Rome that where destiny is bound.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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