The Winds Moving Time

The winds moving time has re-directed my given
Transferred translated vibrations, from the lights
Of divine flashing orientation to new listening ears
Having true meditative deepness, knowing the inner
Selfless responses of the third eye way.

The scenery being well lit, displaying only the true
Inner colors of life’s well-chosen words spoken in there
Proper synchronized order, that their intended meaning
Are well received in three-dimensional understanding, owning
No implied wondering whatsoever; because true heart spoke.

No groping for words to ensure proper internal absorption,
Because, again, the inner cavity of secluded, vacuumed, secured
Untouchable/touchable thoughts, knows the rhythm of realism's
Dependable, forward, deep cleaning sweetness which connects
Its progeny's under one breath of real inclusive refined air.

A oneness in everything, understanding the value in true life’s
Sat in place smooth flowing principles of the actualized gift's in
true balance, in inclusive, purposeful, divine existence. A creation
Sight-fully knowing its true brother and sister, identifying their willingness
To help from the ordinary stand of a true selfless gesture.

Entertaining absolutely no questions, because inclusiveness exhales
in open places filled with simple scenes of familiar understandings,
One for all and all for one. Speaking in the phenomenal language of
May I be of some assistance, without projecting any overtones owning
Gains in self, but illustrates one’s level in true profound listening.

The winds moving time has re-directed my given
Transferred translated vibrations, from the lights
Of divine flashing orientation to new listening ears
Having true meditative deepness, knowing the inner
Selfless responses of the third eye way.