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DANCE OF THE MERGING TIMELINES by Iris Arla Moore On the journey "Home," With my feet sometimes on the ground in 3-D, With my head in a higher dimension, With the timelines dancing inside me, Sometimes I feel like I’m ripping apart. I see pictures from the past flying by, Like lost pieces from a jigsaw puzzle With no place to go.. In my mind, I dig a hole and bury them. Body walks into the kitchen, But I do not remember why we are there. Did I lose my mind? It must be crossing dimensions. Some days I look into the mirror And see a young face, But another day it looks wrinkled and old, Shedding the past, Reaching for Immortality. Body aches and pains come and go. They try to pull me back. Body starts to sneeze, But out comes a loud cry.. Sometimes it mumbles Strange sounds and words, And I wonder, “where am I? Who am I?” This body is like a child. I must take it into my Love And comfort it now. “Are you coming, body?” It cries for me to wait. “I never dreamed you could make this journey with me. Hang in there, body! You’re not the only one Who does not know what is happening. We are in this together, buddy.. So far.” The scene changes; Time is gone, as I have known it. Sounds that would have scared me No longer jar me loose, For I am half somewhere else, Resting in peace, Anchored in knowing I’m not really crazy.. It’s just a journey back “Home” Through illusions That daily seem less real than yesterday. The burning candle makes a tall flame In the darkness, Reminding me who I am; That I’m not alone. The wind moves the curtain, But there is no fear. Body sleep now. Holy Spirit keep now My body, soul and mind While I journey Into the familiar unknown To wake up my memory. Angels, help me remember Who I really am While I walk through This fragmented journey Of time and illusions. But now, Dear Angels, sing me a love song While I take flight. Help me remember where we go. The silence and deep peace Take me further Where the blue meets the gold. Finally it is the moment I have dreamed of.. I am Golden I remember, I remember I remember..

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