Thoughts from the norm.

The Age of Light

© 2012 Rolland G. Smith

I am the now among the light,

But daily play in planet’s night

Where souls oft gasp a wonder’s breath

When learning light is never death.

But we all dwell in moment’s time

For matter needs its finite rhyme,

Yet when we shed our form and thought

The mind can never be distraught.

There is a balance ‘tween the two

In order for the spirit true

To keep the Logos and the soul

From being separate from the whole.

How does that fit with dogma’s trick

Where many souls now see as slick?

It doesn’t fit so do not try;

A freeing mind lets spirit fly.

Not all the words of old are wrong

But light creates a different song.

Old tunes have truth as new ones do

But only one brings what is new.

Aquarius we call this age

Where knowing beings set the stage

For all of us to be the play

In lighted garments all array.