The power of silence blooms
Bringing its gentle half-light,
A charged gossamer veil
Cast up over drifting down through.
Form transmutes to immateriality
In that softly dark, and I close my eyes
To See the subtle corridors open,
It’s easy to slip through
On a Heart-song.
Meet the yearning Soul-
Recognition identification expansion release
Into the One and the All,
Following the gathering dawn
Of the ashramic field.
A hierarchy of Light magnetic
Welcomes the higher Self
Into the beauty of loving goodness
And the truth of living wisdom.
Taking your place begins the rhythmic Breath.