The Akashic records speak,
Of subtle chants and hymns
Of an age beyond
Where people sit together
As arihants enlightened.
The energies speak,
A certain lullaby
Turning your insides
Out.
We're waves collapsing together,
In an infinite kaos
The rules no longer hold
Rub thine self
To release this filth
From within the storms,
Must rise to defeat
This sodden ego
Yearning to be the owner,
Of captive lust
We're mere mortals,
That listen to the chants.
Hoping to see this Shambala,
Someday.
Note: This poetry is a spiritual reflection of the thoughts within and the chaos outside that prevades the mortal world everyday. All images are orignal and are subject to copyright
The End
Made me think. For anyone else who didn't know the Akashic records are a compendium of all universal events, thoughts, words, emotions, and intent ever to have occurred in the past, present, or future in terms of all entities and life forms, not just human. They are believed by theosophists to be encoded in a non-physical plane of existence known as the mental plane.
Thanks for the explanation!
Your poetry is always interesting and very thoughtful.