Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Path of the Beam


The crooked path is becoming straight
As we move toward perfection
That old black rider ever chasing
No longer sets the direction

We ride on a beam of light
On a wave of pure precision
Our souls arise in endless flight
And we are one in perfect fusion
Now we ride

There is truth in the illusion
But do not be deceived
There is a greater purpose
Than what is easily perceived

The presence of the light increases
While all else is growing dim
Fleeting reality withers away
Revealing beauty concealed within
The evidence of perfection grows
While kingdoms rise and fall
The souls of men are drawn
To the source that binds us all
And makes us who we are...

WE ARE THE SLEEPLESS ONES

We are the sleepless ones
The ones who will be changed
The living, breathing, body of light
And we’ve got freedom coursing through our veins

- Credit to Jason Wisdom and Becoming the Archetype


I love the passion behind these words. Absolutely love it.

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