A Poke in the Lips.

 Sea Change                                                                                                                                              
 

~~Then came the tide of time,                                                                                                   
 Almighty shift upon our shore,                                                                                                      
 And what we knew of time,                                                                                                                                              
  We knew no more.                                                                                                                  
 

~~Then came the tide of time,                                                                                                   
 Eternal swift the change.                                                                                                        
 Scarce written in this rhyme,                                                                                                      
Poetic out of range.                                                                                                                           
 

~~Then came the tide of time,                                                                                                        
With Christ among its crest.                                                                                                                  
Scarce then the Church’s mime,                                                                                                
When sighting the most blest.                                                                                                         
 

~~Full came the tide of time,                                                                                                            
 A-sweeping all before.                                                                                                                            
Long-sought this paradigm,                                                                                                                   
Yet hidden all the more.                                                                                                                    
 

~~Then came a tide of light,                                                                                                            
Turned eye into a myst,                                                                                                                   
And yet a beauty bright                                                                                                                 
Shone out where sun had kissed.                                                                                           
 

~THEN came a tide of mist,                                                                                                                      
No mortal eye could break,                                                                                                             
And those the point had missed,                                                                                                  
 Saw Death was in its wake.

ECC-E

A great spiritual flood is under way and only the Knowers will survive.

Basically the Knowers will be those who know they don’t know good and evil.
They will be beyond duality at a point of balance.
The world about them will be assuming the knowledge of good and evil.
The flood will buoy up the knowers. They have assumed its very nature. In fact they are the flood’s knowers,  whilst the rest of unknowing mankind will be the force of the flood. Mankind and the flood are integral.   If you can keep your head when all about are losing theirs then you are a knower my friend!  Stand firm with judgeless ease and be transformed by the light which is your core and which shall expand out and beyond those physical edges of old self, and to infinity.  The unique mind of each shall remain but Light shall be its "body", and Love its creative drive.  None can prevent this tide of time. .Even the dead cry out for its fulfilment. We ALL can be the knowers and it is in our power to transform the Universe.  So be it.