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Big Rip

a message for starseeds and other celestial beings

By Nicholle MichellePublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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Big Rip
Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

I am a tear in time and space

I've chosen to help the human race

But coming in, I forgot a lot

The things they teach, don't mean you're taught

I went through a phase of eternal darkness

But it wasn't sorrow I was meant to harness

It was my mission to summon hope

Even at the ends of my very 'fraid rope

To dig deep the well of Earth Divine

With my hand in yours, and yours in mine

From there our gifts truly arise,

And are buried deep when we criticize

When we laugh to steal another's shine,

We don't think for ourselves, we fall in line

Like we aren't also a part of mankind

Over differences we rarely bind

Yet, there is no "other", there is only us

So focus on you, stop making a fuss

How are the wounds, are you healing them up?

Or are you too "busy helping" to cover yours up?

All we can change to make progress,

Is who we are, and how we express

In our everyday life, yes, it's quite a project

A thing you do to improve----NOT----to project

Find value in silence, and let things settle

The whistle marks over stimulating the kettle

Reaching its max cap of pressure and heat

Screaming louder and louder for a hasty retreat

From the trigger that caused it's siren to tweet

As we cover our ears, admitting defeat

We tend to the wound that's causing the grief

Removing the pot, we all get relief

So take a step back and grab a deep breath

You don't have to beat a dead horse to death

Calm that drum within your chest

I understand you want what's best

But you're at war with yourself, and your neighbor

So pretty please, do us all a favor

Ponder this, if you might,

What would it take for us to unite?

True union is being in a natural state

Though time isn't real, you're already late

So step through the gates and accept your fate

Are you done fighting it yet, or should we wait?

Cause we need your help to expand

The consciousness across these lands

Turn every corner and bend each ear

With the tune of love, and it will appear

Then our hearts will begin to grow

and humanity will finally know

The vastness they are, with all they create

The cosmos within you are simply innate

Copyright Ⓒ Nicholle Michelle 2021

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