Traveling down to lower frequency of human form I move, facing my shadows of soul.
Cellular silhouettes, surface to heal inside earth time. Shadows deep within scream to be dissipated as I feel inside moment.
I cry, until I recall who I am, and why I came. I wander, trying to ground, and understand to shift cruelty. I stand, in breath finding inner strength as warrior. I reach for lights guidance.
The light of source, guides, higher self and aliens that serve as I ask.
And as I do, listening with open heart, path is cleared to know the gift I am. To breath into radiant heart, that beats endlessly with wisdom and splendor.
The nucleus that shines, a candle everlasting as I rise inside authentic self.
As issues become mere fuses to fizzle out with backdrop of a divine night sky.
Hadrian Veska inspired this poem when he replied to one of my poems. Thanks