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Created on: August 05, 2008
(The Calling)
Sing me awake, awaken my slumbering soul
For I can feel it in the air, I can hear the mystical tune
Even in the silence, I can sense it drawing near
And unraveling before me,
Like a beautifully wrapped gift.
I can feel the vibration of this melody
As if my heartbeat is the beat
Of this tune. It captivates me, mesmerizes me
And I'm caught in its net.
What was only black and white,
Is now filled in with shades of gray
And what I had known in the beginning,
Is only a page
In the book of Life.
But it's not just my life, nor is just of one
Soul. This book is filled with all
The mysteries, truths, and
Secrets. It vibrates golden rays,
Vibrates with ancient wisdom,
Lost and forgotten words craved in
The stone of
Never forgetting, timeless
Book.
And it calls, beckons me
Urges me forward, whispering in
Words I understand. It's time! It's time!
But I still don't understand
The true meaning, behind these
Recurring messages.
And I'm standing at the edge
Of possibilities, where the meaning
Of Life and Death are not
The most inspiring questions,
But this timeless book seems to chuckle
At such a trivial notion.
It is only when the words
Are whispered: Open your eyes,
Open your eyes. And you shall see,
All you are, all you are made
to do.
It's with these words
that I ever realized
That my eyes have been shut
This entire time.
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