Rebirth

At dusk as the day star , the sun it ’s hiding face bright through cloud portals ,

descends . . .

it ’s colours like Autumn falling across the horizon watching the ending day .

An earth soul watching the night sky coming like a sentinel of the heavens that

guards the west gate to open , come the night . . .

in quiet and silent awe , the light captures her , invites her to wonderments pausing ,

falling into remembrance like a catching thought ,

a poetic ballad unfurls and opened her heart ,

her dancing mind collecting the words and tying them together .

Thoughts taking her deeper , falling . . . remembering deeply . . . falling . . .

comes to her birth remembering , her mortal coming knew .

Taken to ponder depths the kaleidoscope her presence , her existing past ,

this life’s journey like a replay back beyond remembering ,

her mind dancing like a meditation ,

before birth , her mortal coming known , she watches now her thoughts . . .

An instrument of light existing in the folds of spirits realms and kingdoms ,

awaits on time chosen , a millennium past , the time keepers promise ,

the vile of the hour glass empty , yes . . . it is time .

Thought dances ,

with desire the reality birthed by the wanting ,

immortality surrendered and released her ,

this angel soul to leave her lofty abode to journey below to enter into the earth

soul incarnate , chosen . . . waiting .

Called like a wanting in that instant to become birthed again ,

to taste the density of mortal experience ,

to become again to dwell but differently ,

with those she has loved many times and left .

The angel closes her eyes . . . and the hymn of light around her like a lullaby to

farewell her going , withdraws .

Her angel breath leaving the lofty places of light ,

. . . surrendering .

Her earth destiny chosen and written .

Stepping down through the veils of consciousness ,

descending , transforming complexity ,

vibrations , spirit alchemy entering new dynamics of state ,

ready to announce her , waiting in the void ,

her coming in . . . the right moment written to time .

That moment , caught in the delight of her birth into the world ,

. . . came .

The earth born angels first breath is the cry of another life chosen .

The soul watching the rebirth of day and night and time ,

watching the light in silent awe ,

. . . remembers .