House of Cards falling— Destiny is calling— shadows bow to Sun,
The fruits exposing deception’s clothing— the snakes and the doves
Time to wake up, but at the same time— let go.
Into still, wild, willing hearts, the magic will flow…
Waves of change wash over what once was thought as hopeless.
Revelations, rapture, ascension — dialects of Gnosis —
Unannounced, proverbial notions to wake up and smell the roses.
Another session done—please know I mean it all with love—
An artist on a farm searching for diamonds through the dust.
Without silent guides—what happens to peace?
If not for intuition’s flame, life would cease.
Manifest this future from where you are—
Become the vision, align heart to mind—
We are creators, not servants with scars,
What that feels like is life’s purpose to find.
Luck makes its home in focused, selfless minds.