Love – Page 362 – quantoem poems

A Call to Action

A Call to Action

A call to action
The trumpets have blown
We’ve envisioned the future
Back to present we’ve flown

Holding this vision
this excitement within
Time to take action
Time to begin

Map out the sequence
from the end back to now
Draw out our networks
for they will show how

Each network’s a pathway
The high way to a goal
The people, the systems
all holding Creation’s bowl

Connect to the networks
Be the spark, start the flow
then nurture and guide it
and in our hearts feel the glow

For we each carry a part of
Creation’s seed deep inside
Our Entelechies remind us
Take action – coincide

They are here to be with us
with absolute love and support
Gentle, encouraging
our angelic cohorts

We’re BEing together
We’ve gathered to bring
Our dreams for a future
where all joyously sing

gagi 10/02/13

Titles Mean Nothing

Titles mean nothing
They’re a thing of the past
They established hierarchy
They defined a caste

As we enter the Oneness
connected to all
we must understand our uniqueness
is not what we’re called

If we’ve followed our template
and expressed our true genes
we’re living our supreme destiny
and we’ve been given the means

The schools are still here
to train us with skills that we hone
but we now have clear access
thru the multi-dimensional phone

We just need to call
to ask for what we want
then listen, observe, tune our senses
and the answer will fall

Creative solutions
Empowered, refined
Received by receivers
tuned in and aligned

So doctor or lawyer
or First Nation’s chief
It is not what a title says
It goes beyond that belief

Their training’s important
but now it’s far more
The leaders in all fields
must be aligned thru their core

Aligned to perspectives
Aligned thru pure love
Aligned multi-dimensionally
Aligned to below and above

Seek out the aligned ones
They are here, they’re attuned
They hold the solutions
beyond landing man on the moon

gagi 10/01/13

From the Heart of the Mother

From the heart of the Mother
there sings a tune
It resonates with all
We were cocooned

We were held within
that nurturing place
The liquid womb
of warmth and grace

We were held with love
so we could grow
and the miracle of life
we were soon to know

This life a gift
A cherished time
The arrival celebrated,
honoured – divine

The Mother now
she held us close
with the warmth and protection
of a heavenly host

We dreamt a lot
as we continued to grow
An awareness of surroundings
we started to know

The Mother encouraged us
with smiles and play
Our interaction and bonding
growing each day

Then came the time
Time to ex plore
Curiousity grew
We ex plored more

Mother was there
to watch us play
With wisdom and patience
she taught The Way

The Mother’s love
extended past
any challenge we met
Her help was cast

Then we were blessed
Our freedom grew
Time to seek
and to understand too

She always knows
just where we are
A bond so deep
no concept of “far”

Connected to
this love divine
we are the fruit
on humanity’s vine

gagi 09/27/13

ex – “one that formerly held a specified position or place”

plore – “an exhibit in a science museum which the visitor is encouraged to handle or otherwise explore; a hands-on exhibit”

ex plore seems to mean leaving the protection of the Mother’s field to have a hands-on experience of life