Monday, April 16, 2018
The Transition––poem by Dorothy
The Transition
Even as the world around crumbles,
the gates of heaven
are opening.
Angels good and bad
are flowing down
mingling among the crowds.
Their children are appearing
among us
with strange talents
we do not understand.
Something is carrying us
into another universe,
where colors deepen
and frequencies rise.
The old gods are wakening,
the times when the oracles spoke.
Some of us are hearing
unknown music of the sublime.
Others are seeing before them
images of holy ones, visions of the real.
No one can explain
what is happening.
We are now captives of rapture,
of seeing beyond the veils.
We must surrender to vastness, to love.
We must become more
than we are.
Dorothy Walters
April 16, 2018
