Secrets Of Mystery Poem by Robert Hilary

The secrets of mystery. Runes in the glimmer of imagination. The harmony of peace within the soul. These are the things I dwell upon that fill me with excitement. The truth of the wisdom of knowledge. The comprehension of the unknowable knowing. Creator. The power of embodying yourself on a deep and intimate level. This is what I live. I am the waker. The mover. The change. I touch you with my presents my light. And your torch is kindled by my flame. My light will open your eyes. And my heat will melt the ice in your soul. It is the heart through which the body receives divine intellect. It is the soul incarnate who is who you are. We cannot fathom the age and experience of our souls. So vast are they to our fragile human minds. I am at a lost unto the wonder and mystery of all that is. I shift between the space between spaces. Aligning and centering. That my world may unfold in the smoothest way possible. I feel through the earth, past the veil into the space behind. What is this energy that captivates my mind. I am trusted with the knowledge and secrets of many. My own secrets unheard. Unknown. I sway to and fro. My life a pendulum. I feel the reallity I'm in as it unfolds and I embrace it. Taking my place within it and standing tall. These are the kind of concepts that go through my head. As I consciously choose to embody my higher alignment. What is the mystery of god?