Churning of the ocean

The celestial and terrestrial realms seen as process of creative evolution,

for the spirits nectar of immortality to gain the force of live conclusion.

Cutting eternal present into past and future to remember and to adjust,

for the soul to overcome the motions of fears and the sense to trust.

Changes of ages through the duality of forces in all existence,

facing constant revolution and desires with resistance.

The churning story we tell and the mess it creates,

grappling with the illusion of convenient sedates.

The waters of subtle silence still remembered by tears,

the hope and manipulated love over the years.

Those sweet dreams so tangible bitter sweet,

when the wakening feels long lost and souls should have meet.

For some the learning comes by the experience of death,

not realizing the entity of the spirit fire without the breath.

The wise mind born when the universe still in infancy,

validates the truth as integrity with certainty.

Living by the credit of the past towards all that love that can speak,

while the fear and its selfish act is the heart that can break.

With the speed of a fallen star and its splendor light,

the dark night has a story with a little bright.

For the soul to remember and ponder,

the magic of tales of other worlds and wonder.

Where the prophecy of a faint heart in darkness strive,

awareness in respect of transcendent live.

When the soul senses those prayers by thin flames as shrine,

where the heart remembered sacred words as salvation combine.

From the fixed sphere of eternal bliss the hymns come clear,

the irresponsive silence roars to conquer all fear.

The inner solitude bind us there by the unite to see,

from the self chain of loss to set us free.

The children of the providence are far less cold,

reading the message of the rainbow as united gold.