Akasha (the wind, rain swidden soil, tears on tree leaves)

 

A letter to


Whom,

what is the word hidden
Spells spelling spellcasters

I too was once a memory
filed off sometime
Perhaps a Woodstock Polaroid

Or

Snuffed like the light of a snuff film

Somewhere in this cobweb
faded filing cabinet
vibrates captured cosmic beams
Radiating faster than light
yet

Slower than sound

I heard a faint whispered cry
all those beats ago
Fleating that whimpered question


Love
Why

Prayers are often heard out of sync
granted when time long forgot
the magic beyond manifestation

Or so it is told

Akashic records vault four
beyond spirit and time dilation