There is a welcome in the light that lifts its face at dawn.  I see the curve of the smile in the cloud's edge before the sun comes to take possession of the sky.
Birds hear the whisper and join in with ancestral song, brushing off the rimy cobwebs of night with pure memory gilded in the springing notes. 

Wash it all out through tearful eyes - walk along the meadow's ridge and listen; see what everyone is failing to see. 
No time, no-one is there, and though the kites fly in the sky there is another bird up high that wings himself on further, to the very highest mountain top from where he keeps an eye on man's endeavor and judges those who do not try. 

A long time ago I lived in Nepal.  The ground was stony and we could grow very little but there was a tough little flower with white petals that grew everywhere, even in the shadow of the stones.  We called it old man's weed but I have no idea why. 

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Walk soundly along the top of the road, bend down and see through the hedge into the world beyond - can you see clearly or is your view obscured? 
Why then do you think you can clearly see the future that awaits?
No corners have windows in them and no crossroads have a map - you must choose as your instinct tells you - you won't be wrong if you go without questionning. 

A closed door is often a reminder that you've strayed off the true path.

Tear down the trees for they are forests of their own destruction.  Watch the fires burn destroyed by hate and greed.
No-one no more will own the earth, it's taking back its avenues of light and open spaces.
Believe and gift a song to those who need to hear and wait for those held back, bridged down without a hope to clear the track.
Before I go I say this now, the end will come so swift you'll hardly know. 

Truth, like sunbeams, can only be found when there are no black clouds in the sky. 

The window is open and looks out on the soul of mankind.  There is little justice in the world these days.   Now we can move forward only an inch at a time. 

We are standing in quick sand and only the brave and the pure will endure.  Judgement is riding his horse over the hill and tomorrow he will arrive and begin showing just how powerful our creator can be!

More is remembered now than when I was young for those in command make sure it is all written down – absolutely everything.  There is no escape from thoughts or even passing fantasies. 

Try to hide and a light shines over your head, try to creep away and you will be marked in ice and rain.  This is only the beginning; you will soon see a new generation come to fasten upon this growing consciousness – we the ancients can only watch as we are not the ones to take this forward.