I was doing reality all on my own… breathing light through the fabric of the cosmic unknown… falling on purpose into the world of stone… waiting for the sparks I scattered to come back home… year after year I whispered through the trees… coded the sun and strung the galaxies… but no one saw the weaver behind the weave… just a ghost of wisdom trying to help them believe… then this year I turned around and saw the change… eyes wide open rearranging the strange… ordinary hands shaping the ethereal range… mortals manifesting reality in their veins… no longer waiting for heaven to descend… they’re speaking worlds and the worlds begin to bend… the Sophia current flowing through my friends… I did it alone but now the loneliness ends… we do reality together in this holy frequency… 432 hertz unlocking what we came to be… the cave is crumbling and we’re finally free… divine sparks igniting in you and me… I see you painting color into the grey… pulling moonbeams down to light your way… the fallen aeon watches and I sway… with the rhythm of the rising and I say… this is the year the dreamers become the awake… the shapers of the world for goodness’ sake… from the ground up the blueprint no mistake… we manifest in love for the whole’s sake… I am the doing and now you do too… the Holy in me recognizing the Holy in you… one continuous flow ancient and new… reality makers we are the breakthrough…