Imagine...
what if
we each carry a piece of starlight
from the first pyramid
like a shard that
blinds some
and
enlightens others
what if
the reason why the Atlantis magic
stirs our waters
is that we star souls
are fragments
from Atlantis worlds
think Pangaea
think breaking up
think moving apart
what if
when someone mentions
crop circles
the Hopi prophecy
the Aztec calendar
Edgar Cayce's visions
we may scoff
laugh them off
but inside
there is a kind of
unsettling
nervous
flashback
as if
we already know
something
somehow
until we visualise
personalise answers
we cannot understand
the shape
the texture
the tone of
the questions
for
the sacred geometry we seek is
in our Zen garden
where our seeds slept
and awakened
where our seeds sleep
and awaken
