Light-worker’s Way

Tired in the afternoon

Post-early morning

Rise no sleep

To demise


What keeps you


at night

And when the

morning comes


I feel there’s been

more than just

a slaughter here

or that it’s

still happening


But the shift

has come

And most everyone

can feel her power

surging through

from the core


Out to the Universe


Once more


Those who unlocked

The gates are aware

and those less

in touch


can also surely

feel the heal


A marching band

of ants-flutes

Wind songs and



Merry mornings

and holidays

spreading words

to those less



And song comes

w/her sweet serenity

to remind us again

what we came here for


We don’t know why

or how it began

But we’re igniting

the light and


Draping warm energy-blankets

over cold-hearted balls

of light

that have been dimmed

over the years of Humanly plight


It’s over, now

The suffering is over


And the vibration

shall sing like spring

Earthly Renaissance.