Beckoning

Arise and awaken Ye of old;

embrace the Origin that Thine own Self has given.

Perfection of simplistic fashion;

wisdom beyond the stars, where remembrance awaits.

Seek not for Thine Self through external modifications;

Open Thine eyes inward and see the glory of the ancients.

For Thine own will is the manifestation of thought made visible;

all that is seen is embodied in the Christos of that which is invisible.

Why must Ye search through eyes of veiled illusion?

While the one eye projects inward towards the Truth?

Denial is the seed planted for fruitless return;

repeating backwards only to find resolution is nigh.

Wisdom is the seed that yields eternal fruits of nourishing essence;

ascending upward on the return path of light, emanating from the One.

Though Ye walk through the valley of the shadow of death;

to Thine own will be true, as was in the beginning foretold.

Incandescence of purity springs forth from Thy heart;

cast forth the spark of divinity which resideth within.

Illuminating the torturous mind from its slumber;

releasing the shackles of inverted illusion Thou hast given to the Lord of Matter.

For there is no Master over Thee;

lest Ye giveth Thine own power of truth away to one that is in rebellion.

For Thine own perfection through Spirit is the absolute;

which was, is and is to come therefore none shall rip asunder.

This truth I impart to Thee that Ye may become a conscious being;

purified by the acceptance of Thine own light.