Finding You

We are crowned by seven j'wels,
Each cocooning the ones below.
They hide seven other bells,
And bloom when it's time to glow.

Each of us has some power,
By virtue of the bells that chime.
To become a blooming flower,
We must open all petals forty-nine.

For, now does chime but three
Bells that give power to you,
But, its time to open up and see,
Beyond the three dimensional view.

Because, the law you must obey:
To use the powerful sound,
You must climb your way,
To the space it does abound.

If you want to make a change,
Or discern what is true,
Paradoxically, you must engage
Yourself in finding You.

Connect

When physically we are
a distance apart; Not by choice.
When we have to travel far,
And not hear each other's voice,


In another way shall we
Connect; In a new medium
Where no sight is necessary.
Not be worn down by the tedium.


Connect in the Etheric
Level, with closed eyes,
Let our souls connect - The trick
Is to forget our human ties.