To a New Reality

Tuned not to the wakened God we feel

Only the currents of our mortality,

As if this chiaroscuro of life were real

And all our former lives a fantasy.

Yet are there moments when we draw within

And sense or feel a Presence secretly

Reminding us of our occult origin,

Though we but listen momentarily.

Aware or not the evolution proceeds

And the prize for which we came must still be won,

To ferret out the false and learn the needs

Of soul at the dawn of a greater sun.

Yet in a dramatic hour all can change,

Expose the tenebrous treacheries that lie

Embedded in our tissues,disarrange

Their potencies of death that nullify

The efforts of the earth-born to survive,

Wake from sleep the living deity

And guided by the psychic being, arrive

And walk on the path to a new reality.