We’ve dropped our point in time
And on that note we can all rhyme
For that subsistence can then climb
And bottom out our space in time;
Our nodes
Can implode
And our senses can chime
But we can never be brought back onto time
Until we have crossed the new line
Inimitably in time.
We have crossed our new timeline.
It is our codes
It is our higher flows
It is our course of course-correction nodes
And our clock in time
Has struck nine.
It is our time
And we have crossed our line.

Being dead to the Light
Doesn’t make it right;
It juxtapositions it to the night
In which we can not feel all right.
So when you begin to no longer flow
You need to know
Which way to go
And only when you can adjust your sensory vision to glow
Can you more evenly flow.
It is just the new way to go.
Try letting go.
It is the only way, you know.

When we can learn from our mistakes
We can earn some hefty breaks;
We can all shift and relate
To what we pro-create
And our wonderful new date
For life
Won’t border on any more strife;
It is a rich life!
Erase the hate
And our wondrous new gate
Will align
Our energy spine
At the door
And we will be lifted once more!
Go to our energy core;
It is the love of learning we implore!

We are what we are meant to be
When we can clearly see
Any visibility
To agree
To be able to envision the lofty
Configuration which is me.
We are going to be
Free!