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.