a poem

Let us chant our way
into the new
Let the
celestial sound
set the pitch
for future harmony

Holding on to nothing,
we dig deep into our heroic
nature and reveal ourselves
as ones who can change,
who can make the long journey
out of darkness into a grand
adventure

The past is gone,
a handful of hardened seeds
shaken by the hand of Creation
and scattered to the four corners
of endless time and space

The future is a though form,
yet to be formed into an expression
which will dramatically unfold as
the rest of our lives

So, here we are in a new age,
a figment of linear time that is
truly a bit of Eternity on loan,
a seeming straight line in a
spiraling vortex of All That Is

We enter the present,
the Eternally Now,
through the portal
of our own intention,
and as we cut loose
from all that we think
we know, let us enter
true time and chant
our way forward,
back to the Source.



by Elizabeth M. Cheatham