The Stargate

 

 Poetry: By Ariel Dresser

Little Soul...

  Don't you fret. 

    Don't, Oh Don't you worry. 

The Clouds in your heart will pass, 

  and when the judgement rings, 

     Won't you let the light in. 

Your Heart guides your way, Little Light...

  But you must first fan your flame. 

Burn away all that no longer serves you, 

  And honor the intuited feelings that reign. 

It is a process, 

  An initiation in order to walk through the gate 

But a Stargate it is, no meager move, 

  It is beyond measures you can comprehend. 

Once however catapulted through 

  It is a veil dropped forever in sight. 

It is a love quakened forth 

  From your greatest inside 

It is a Kundalini Awakening, that shifts and shakes 

  The Grid. 

It is a world of imagination, made manifest, 

As without. So Within. 

Do not little Soul, forget 

  What this journey is about. 

The contracts signed, the challenges put in place. 

The moving through this Prison Planet,

 

The unmasking of our Face. 

The school that this little planet is...

The amnesia it takes to Decend. 

But surely what arises in your heart, 

  A birthing forth to remind you, 

   Of your Glory beyond this Avatar. 

   This Avatar, little Soul, that you bleed in. 

This Avatar, that you have made your whole life. 

However...you must remember that the Avatar is a lie. 

Then the Gate opens, my Dear. 

Then the Animals Howl and Sing. 

Then the Crow, of your Dark soul greets...

Before headed into the Home of light..

That has always & only been 

Your deepest 

    And most Cosmic Within.