We are nor levels nor degrees, we are frequencies. Not one below, not one above, we are densities. Judge me not by how in tune you may find my key always will I find the note that resonates with me.
What is my goal, what is my task, what is my path through life? Must be this trail I thread upon, bringing hope to strife ... I was born with memory of the future world, the one of love and reverie, the one that once got sold ... I cried and shrieked, a little girl, when losing sight of you, disbelief at desert land that I was to walk through. Rivers, they again will flow, skies just open roads, hearts of men again will glow, light-immersed abodes.
Here's to walking my own path. Here's to claiming my birthright, my sovereign power. Here's to walking the sacred ground. Here, to break down any walls between the self and the higher calling. May every prayer be a celebration.