Seeing

Seeing

In space of time between awake and sleep,
thoughts with these visions unto me did creep.
I start to see this world in a different light,
when the darkness will not leave and I cannot see right.

Through which filter doth thou see?
The one of the jealous He?
Or is it of the Trinity,
Balancing the He and the She?

What is it that thee truly
wish thine own children to be?
Like those that try to dictate what ye should dream?
In so doing chooses sides instead of teams?

Do ye wish for them righteous self contempt?
Or proud of self at their innermost depths?
A shell easily broken by the soul of another
and battered mentally by the sin and guilt of others?

Or would ye have that they be in love with life?
Sure of themselves; walking with positive strife.
Without the shame,
No one to blame...

But as their own an inner sanctum,
Director of their own pendulum.
Would that they know their own growth
from their mind through to their soul?

A warrior from head to the base of their spine;
Or quiver to their knees fearing the malign?
Would ye not that they know energy as 'light';
flowing into, through, out again day and night?

Which is the Witch that thee
Will thy children to be?

Do we?
Shall we?
Are we?

Leaving them the Legacy;
of laughter joy and the surprise?

Do we?
Shall we?
Are we?

Giving to them the ecstasy;
the ability to surmise?

Which is the Witch that thee,
will thy children to be?

The length of the journey ‘tis endless without light.
A hell as the Christians speak about with such fright.
The only Sin being unaware,
falling prey to the spiders lair.

Too afraid to deny,
that which is but a lie!
The atrocity that is to be;
if not for the life force within thee!

May the darkness find thee NOT;
Children of OZ!
Let the light be what thee sought,
Thou art the cause!

Seek the Principals of Revolution,
Evolution!
Natural Laws of Continuation,
Revelation!

Find thy spirit and release
thyself into thine own might.
Teach with empathy and warmth
from and of thy inner sight.

As Ye listen all the way,
to hear voices of thy fate;
the portal closes again.
These thoughts with ye shall remain,

through space and time it sends.
Perception to thee lends,
a warning ye must try to absorb,
the Significance ye shall not ignore!

For which is the Witch are ye?
And the Witch ye want to be?
And which is the witch that thee
want thine own children to be?