Perhaps there will
come a magical time
when our starving souls
will touch and
cast the
veil of forgetfullness
away.

Pale, pink riders
will bear our spirits
into the ethers,
dissolving our doubts
and fears.
Within each tiny
universal particle,
we will expand and grow
into galactic beings
of unconditional love,
tapping cosmic fires.
Patient rewards wait
vibratory sessions
as we lose
our limitations
of form and thoughts.
Home, which is heaven
magnetizes our polarity
and balances us
into a whole
as we fly higher
into ourselves,
inside out
and outside in..
which is
Heaven on Earth.

Kay Elaine Ekwall
copyright l998