origns

walking down the lane with time
I go from world to world
listening to all that is divine

separating my feelings from my dreamtime
being careful with my thoughts
they silently sing making ripples in the universes

collecting in the eternal storm giving birth to my imaginings
beautiful dark beings of honor
they are distressed when I wander the outlands
they worry I will be harmed by what I see

gentle beings worn down until they conform to the whole
each planet is an individual with a song of her own
many beings have collected here
some with ill intent thinking ancient means wise

The Earth interacts with space and time
we are at the cusp of something special
each being will get back what they put out

entering into dimensions not accessible by technology
but by thought and deed
I have taken note over the eons
and realize now leaving them to their devices is folly

some will grow under this philosophy some will not
uttering under my breath, very troubled by what i see
this is still a very young society trying to discover the unique differences
of the gifted by experimentation

I weep that some of the older civilizations
are under the impression they are superior
we are all family regardless creed color or class

the galaxies are changing shape as we speak
and some of the planets grieve for the folly of their progeny
some have been invited here some have trespassed
by the ancient rites and by law they will be returned to their origins