ever after is allowed
to find the reasons measure
a chance to ask the emptiness
for all there is to treasure
buried before the storm began
as glaciers scored the land
what had risen now would fall
by the sweep of nature’s hand
lands of long ago forgotten
all the works the ages gave
myths are what became of lives
forgotten with the grave
time is just a measure of
the rounds around the sun
then sun again around its star
as ages are un-spun
for all the distances of space
cannot begin to measure
the truth behind the word that spoke
the breath of life we treasure
forever is another place
a land now lost beneath the storm
as Titans clashed within the Earth
their lovers lost in form …
http://www.lightascension.com/arts/Lifeonmarslemuria.htm
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htfy83TiYP8 thought of this reading it!
Sometimes I fly in my dreams. It can be very real …
breath of life is it’s treasure, what a wonderful way to think …
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Doesn’t it begin with the first breath, and end with that last out breathing. Isn’tall our flesh and bone just a nature element without it’s breath …
I think when there is no more breath it becomes the nature element, as long as there’s breath it functions? staying connected to that breath to grow….or maybe to breathe in their own way?
It is in both cases. One has consciousness in form … The other without it…