Spirals (a poem)

The spiral that leads skyward is within our being

It’s true identity as a DNA strand and a galaxy.

Our hearts are glowing, shimmering green light. Light that floods out when we smile.

Our hands are clasped when we look Heavenward. A true blessing of Deity.

We have a true goal here. A destiny of sorts. To show what Eden was like.

The fall of Humankind is an illusion. There is no original sin.
We are still here and there is hope.

Don’t look past your inner-light. It truly is your guide.

My hands form a spiral of life and love when they are clasped together.



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