We sit and be still and let our eyes drift closed
Our intention is set and our questions are posed.
Our breathing shifts, our breath is drawn, within our vessel it heals and forms
The whimsical spiritual smoke is uncapped
bridged from our minds to an
unconscious realm that the beholder now finds.
The muscles relax, body no longer taut,
The mind tries to linger on every entering thought
It drifts through like a boat in a breeze, air in its sail
always trying to port to make you aware of its tale.
Quietness, harmony and tranquillity, our focus for answers on our course
undisturbed we search our source.
We imagine being saturated in the golden light, from above our head it shines so bright.
Its heated film on our skin and from behind eyes, there’s a sound, a familiar feeling from our guides
The communication is distant, the vibration is thin.
We say our peace and allow them in.
They surround us with their love and glowing form
They chant with music oh so light,
We are engulfed feeling high, as they beckon us to follow them into the sky.
On a wonderful journey with views to astound, reaching higher and higher away from the ground.
The wisdom comes, in pictures that form, symbolic, testing, in my minds eye they are drawn.
A realisation that God is internal, a feeling deep within
We are formed in his beauty, we create our own realms.