This is noon time, this is mine, tranquility –
The sound of the gong,
An echo, intelligent note
Caressing with the wisdom
Of what psychic visions will appear in my mind.
I hold her in my arms.
It is happiness.
The full tone saturates my brain.
Her small arms encircle my neck.
It is in this place where I encounter,
This astral meadow that seems to breathe
And allows us to meet
And space again – chakra glows in my chest.
One emotional tear makes her real.
At first my mind will not comprehend
It rebels against concepts told not real, illogical.
I hold my breath so she will remain,
Young and beautiful. Chestnut hair
Tied back. She beams at me.
Her smile initiates my tears.
Fingers graze my cheek like a butterfly
Across the face of flowers, sunny yellow,
While her blue eyes
Search, wisdom of All held within.
Alerting time is over with the beep
That keeps my spirit engaged
On this physical plane. Pulling me back, back!
She is of us, young daughter
Born of love, she remains
Apart yet joined by Divine,
To me, to him.
Ethereal cords. Of love of light.
Manifesting when the time is right.