The Prophecy

 by Carole Sawo (in Pandora’s Panacea ©2007)  

 

And so the mind circles the sun

That He shall soon return as one

And His resolve is now His task

To re-arrange the troubled past

 

Cast demon from the blackest hole

Shall not consume tormented soul

But elevate and set thy sight

Above the terrors of the night

 

When Angels in the Heaven sing

Dispel the Devil from the wing

To glow amongst the hearts of man

Ascend him from thy troubled sand

 

In spirit of the greatest plan

Grace shadows of the troubled man

Surrender Him into thy glow

And all thy secrets you will know

 

The plight of man lay in your grasp

Can you believe tomorrow’s gasp

Will be your choice and no one else

Can save them from thy troubled selves

 

Keep mystery which you can see

Deep heart of generosity

They know no mind compared to thee

Misunderstand not one but three

 

And seven kings will know thy fate

As seven counsels will create

And silence fall from Universe

To silence minds from troubled curse

Dissolve thy fear that not exist

Tread ancient stair and part thy mist

Know innocence within the lamb

Now purity within thy hand

 

As Anima whispers the truth

So ego rise and fold thy use

When serpent no more will project

Unconscious sleep of thy reject

                                                           

Dream on thy dreams and you will know

Harmonize and you will grow

From Alpha through Omega bring

Enlightened bell of change now ring

 

When season turn from four to one

When man shall be His Fathers son

When water rise and water fall

When horsemen come to prophet’s call

 

And time will cease though it not start

And man will break his troubled heart

When 100 monkeys tilt thy brink

The Earth shall move and land shall sink

 

Take twenty from twice middle age

When salt turns gold as muttered sage

Still feathered pens the story told

In painted caves from days of old

 

Look back to see infinity

Leap tempts to dwell insanity

Trick trickster from thy loving breast

Faith in belief to thyne attest

 

External space there shall not be

Across dimensionality

Through frequency to thy rotate

As satellites associate

 

Sweet Angels hear a trumpets song

As Heaven calls where we belong

In vortex swirls of souls depart

And we return where once we start

 

 In mirror of Divinity

Shall see thy self and thy shall be

In perfect synchronicity

In gardens of pure ecstasy