We are the Energy of Light
Which manifests as very bright
And we can curtail our darkness of night
If we can exhibit our natural height
Of being in a state of pure white
Astrological delight
For our astronomy keeps our Essence very bright
And hidden in the light
Is our astrological might;
We must keep this hidden insight
Into our vibrational state of light
To raise our vertical height
To the consequences which delight.
Keep your astral-physical sight
Bright!
This is our energy healing turned on just right!
For we are the Star which shines quite
Bright!
Our Energy IS our Light!

The day we went away
We could no longer say
That our history was in our way
Because our corporeal vision led us astray;
We were only monuments to us today.
Strike it out and we will say
We never knew our hidden aspects could go away
But today
Is the day
In which our wisdom won its way
And we will contemplate and say
That we never knew our heartache could go array.
But we are in heaven
When we contemplate the leaven
Of thought
Which brought us to knot
And our entanglement taught
That everyone has been distraught.

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.