The Great Enigma Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Waken this sleeping knowledge, teacher
Of the stars and great beyond
The very thing that has always been within
But unknown till the switch is finally turned on



What has been taught to me?
In the grand plan of things
Upon the astral planes
Of a third eyed reverence
Where all time comes together as one



Teacher, Show me
What may be revealed beyond comprehension?
Gift that for which is hidden
So I may learn to adapt
To where I truly belong
No matter where it may truly be



Guide this spirit
So it crosses the astral bridge
Towards the dimension
Of fifth occurrence
Where the indigo waves
Ride to which destination
Is right for me
Upon this prophecy
To be at greater peace



Absolved from all negativity
Where the warm light
Embraces me



Teacher, wake up
For what you have taught me



I only know in small amounts
When will I ever be ready?
Soon, I want to truly believe


For now
Through the stars and all I dream
That this journey will evolve
Into something beyond
Any word that I could have ever expressed
Or ever seized



Teacher, what does it all mean?
Maybe that is the freshest of air
That I could ever have breathed



Maybe the teacher
Will be the student someday
When the moment comes
And everything is under control



Just waken me
I no longer want to sleep



Uncharted ventures
Through unlimited journeys
Beyond these endless dreams
Forever roaming free



Every teacher was a student
Every student was a teacher
As I will never stop learning
To teach myself
How decode all of these prophecies



I am beyond
This flesh
Forever soul
Through it all


I belong everywhere
Where I need to go


My all, is everything to me
To make sense of it all
Means to start all over
The unknown is waiting for me


Beyond is where I roam
In a place
Where all space and time meet


I am ready
Always was


Riddles are my destiny
Absolved to solve
This paradox
Created by my own self
To unlock upon
Better ways to be



Even now as I feel out of place
This soul will always dream of being home



No one may ever understand
The direction that has been given to me



I am on my way
Preparing for the distant future
Chosen by my own random will



This world is too small
The future it belongs to me




There will be more than one prophecy
It certainly is not me
Prophecies belong in dreams



This I am certain
To go with the flow




Everything starts in dreams
Here is to the great enigma of hope




I am yours….