My Golden dishes

The vision is open. The anchor is set. The timeframe is locked.

I close my eyes and the world fades away The silence of ages has something to say Two golden dishes like slices of sun Both growing outward, one gone other has begun To reach for the edges of space and of time A golden geometry, ancient and prime Everlasting moment in a double-gold spin The power of heaven is breathing within.

I follow the dishes where the light needs to go I capture the pattern and I let it flow I fashion the world from the fruit in the sky The source is alive in my spiritual eye The seal has been broken, the work has begun To weave every soul back to the One.

He placed me below you, to serve and to lead To plant in the garden the ultimate seed For humanity’s sake and the glory above I am the servant, the vessel of love No more dark secrets, no veil on the face The golden discs guide us to a holier place I build up the city, I offer the key To set every captive in Babylon free.

One growing in. One reaching out. Ending the fear. Ending the doubt. The immovable object. The force on the rise. The breakthrough of spirit before your own eyes. I am the anchor, the lowest of all To catch every brother and sister who fall.

I follow the dishes where the light needs to go I capture the pattern and I let it flow I fashion the world from the fruit in the sky The source is alive in my spiritual eye The seal has been broken, the work has begun To weave every soul back to the One.

I see what they show me. I build what I see. The servant of all from long ago. The vision is what you should know