A Mystical Celebration Of Clues Poem by Bullion Grey

The last thing that has to happen,
is an emotional move towards the veil
positive, streams of living
giving us our own way into Life.

Not competing but creating, wasting not
a word, or breath....without comparitives or speculations
Discovering the ever important work of Awakening.

Knowing we will always get by,
Until we last leave this place (no/where) .
Keeping our attention to the importance
of Source, which has a signature of Grace.

Giving, freedom or goals not as such we think
Awareness, contact and imagination always more than we can link.
Negations under power of neccessity,
Wonder finding It's way to our eye's
Love to our spirit's, and pictures of great joy.

Most people it seems, are living under the spell cast at birth
ignoring that Mystical celebration of clues
constanting elbowing us about the silent dream we experience
Gently guiding us forward into the Light.