When you’re drowning
And your cellular light is compounding
The derision,
Let’s make a decision
In the Light
To make ourselves burn bright
And our former delight
Will be all right.
Our transcendence is Insight
And our hologram is graphic height
But we can learn that all of our original spite
Is taken to the Light
To learn
That we often times lose our fight
To offset our harried sight
To martyrdom in our plight.
But we don’t have to carry that sight
Nor be complacent in the Light
For our victimization can never burn bright.
It is an unholy night
And our atmosphere cannot ruin our Sight
Of Eternal Delight.

Your dominance doesn’t rule me;
We are a separate Entity
To be ruleless where we can see
Perceptual motion as perfect as can be
In a scanner of telemetry.
Be the perfection we can see!

The craziness that embroils us
Is just a test of Spirit Light
To see which way will be right
As we go through the darkness of our night.
And as we weave our incessant sight
To be an ocular delight
Of such great height
That we despoil the inner grieving of gripe
And destroy the inner spite.
We are harbouring our own vision of the Light.
Give it a respite
From the craziness of night.

Warrior chi
Is our available energy
To be free
And for our utmost reliability
It is forever in me
To be re-deposited in congruency
And viability
To perform
A biospheric form
Of Light
Which makes us Eternally bright
And forever our Insight
Becomes an Angel of White
Guardian Light
Which transfigures our most darkness of night
Into whatever turns us on most bright
To our hidden agendas of Insight.
Then our Guardian Light
Let’s us be turned on in karmic might
To be effervescent and clued in quite
Tight
Until our atmosphere
Becomes quite clear
And our hidden agendas disappear
In the blessing of the Light
Becoming golden and white
And burned up in the Light.
Karmic respite
Gives us all a greater height!