Drops of hope
The stars seek to be seen through the veil
that holds the earth within its forever-spell of sleep.
Twinkling now, almost beyond reach,
do they burn brighter, ever-brighter,
that their hearts may begin to penetrate the fog –
to lift and raise this energy,
to transform it in the alchemy that is the dance between earth and sky.
This great beauty now unfolding
to be seen by eyes of purest stillness;
feet now dancing across the clouds,
scattering drops of hope into the atmosphere of earth.
Fly into the stars. Seek the star of your birthright, of your destiny, and join in the marriage – join in the sacred dance that is the blending with soul.
The stars reform now, reaching into the heavens even as they seek to touch the earth – this magical, mystical time awakening her heart that she may begin to know her truth.
Sacred times …
Sacred heart awakening,
ever-awakening.