SAILING TO THE STARS
Time has stood still. I can’t think and I can’t play. There are pieces of me missing that I never knew. And yet I knew them intimately. They leave before I know them and it feels hollow, empty and shallow. Like not in my body anymore. In 2 places at once or maybe more. I can’t keep track any more.
AWAKEN and be blessed once more to shores unseen by man or boy or kin. You are the first in your harbor. Bless it and be yours.
Pieces of our soul come in during our lifetime as we need them. Some are agreed upon ahead of time and some we can ask to come as we heal more and more of ourselves. I have seen so many pieces of me come and go and learned so much from them and yet I know so little. These are the pieces leaving as they are ready to go because they are finished with what we need, whether we know it or not.
But now there are other pieces of me leaving. The real me. They are ready to leave and have left before and now again. They leave in numbers now causing wide voids and emptiness, losses maybe. But they are not losses. They are just missing, absent. Like a friend on vacation or that has moved on to another place like Dawn & Tim’s friend who just moved. Gone, but not forgotten leaving memories and shadows unseen. Ghosts of the past and whispers of the future all torn together. The shadows part and open and a whole new load comes through letting go another favor of things forgotten, learned and known.
Ships at sea leaning and learning from the wind would know what I mean. They tilt this way and that and learn the sea by bottom, not by top. They are inward, not outward bound and skilled beyond knowledge unfound. The sea learns inside onward and takes its course to another side of the world. So it is with the soul pieces gone and the real me gone. Gone and never to return in the same form, if at all. Called upon for the knowledge that it set forth to sail. But knowing it will never return and must leave all gotten behind. Knowing there sings a new song in it for another color of the rainbow to be added and designed with colors unseen before.
There are sloops and drops and colors turning inside out that cause us no avail of things. But we can’t sing them anymore because they are not seen inside us. They are strings tied to the sea of consciousness and pound away in the distance unknown to us calling our name to come their way. To turn into the wind and enjoy the freedom of peace and understanding on a new level of being before us. The colors turning rainbows in our heads.
The colors stand beneath us dormant if lying on the bottom of a pile. But we tear them apart to find them inside ourselves so that we can come alive again causing trouble to no one other than ourselves. The drips of time forgotten in sand and rhyme become the very foundation of our rhyme we are becoming and stand on time itself bold and blending into the unknown favors of the sunshine in our home, our body. Colors unseen again for time forgotten into eternity. The choosing is our own. Blend us now and let us come home together in the rhyme so that we may not forget time again where all things are the rhyme as one.
Call us home once more so that we may come undone in our generation to create another vibration of song and dance among the sun and stars. The third eye opening into a continuum of caches and treasures of the light unseen before opening into a new own of who we are. New and fresh and seen.
I am missing and I am present in my own. No one else is home but I, new and unseen before in the jewel of the high. Forever unspoken and kindled in resoar. I am known no more for I am soaring in the stars. Home. Blessings home.
Gain strength in this and go no more to stow the ships away for they are harbored in the states of wind and called out to the sea once more to sail the winds of time knowing they will be stolen in the whole of time forgotten and blessed beneath the sea where they can see and feel the time. Stow away now and go with them on that rhyme before the wind takes you away no where to rhyme. Go. Steal the show your way and make it home. They are you own stars now, not others. Your sea is your own and your ships await you to the stars. Go
Channeled by me, Dawn M Cheney, 12-11-17