REVOCATION: A New Past
Inspired by A Longer Revocation by Galactic Historian Andrew Bartzis
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As I cradle a New Dawn in my left palm, my right palm rises in salute to the past, unfurling lines in one last gesture to catch and release.
2
All cords of entanglement, attachments through Time and agreements ever drawn when I was awake or asleep start to disintegrate before my eyes!
3
As I summon my selves from the past, present and future I have sewn, the Life Force in my blood begins to rewrite my DNA even before I speak!
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I stand tall at the head of these lines to other places and times, where parts of me were forcibly left, with flecks of my heart still searching.
5
All tributaries of blood flow to me now in a torrent that carries me aloft. My raft has been crafted in this lifetime so my soul is harvested no more!
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There are no more hidden things, for these are not true or good - no more strings attached, contrived amnesia or debts in a ledger not of my making.
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All Light I have contributed is returned to me now from any dimension, time stream, galaxy or universe I imprint in the layers of my existence.
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Upon my call, the game of indebted servitude without end is over, is banished from before and dissolves in harmonic life, forming now and ahead.
9
Ripples lap the sky as Universes tremble, rumbling into new stellar alignments. With the return of my full Dreamtime recall, Gaia sighs, unencumbered at last.
Astara, Sedona, 2020
1
As I cradle a New Dawn in my left palm, my right palm rises in salute to the past, unfurling lines in one last gesture to catch and release.
2
All cords of entanglement, attachments through Time and agreements ever drawn when I was awake or asleep start to disintegrate before my eyes!
3
As I summon my selves from the past, present and future I have sewn, the Life Force in my blood begins to rewrite my DNA even before I speak!
4
I stand tall at the head of these lines to other places and times, where parts of me were forcibly left, with flecks of my heart still searching.
5
All tributaries of blood flow to me now in a torrent that carries me aloft. My raft has been crafted in this lifetime so my soul is harvested no more!
6
There are no more hidden things, for these are not true or good - no more strings attached, contrived amnesia or debts in a ledger not of my making.
7
All Light I have contributed is returned to me now from any dimension, time stream, galaxy or universe I imprint in the layers of my existence.
8
Upon my call, the game of indebted servitude without end is over, is banished from before and dissolves in harmonic life, forming now and ahead.
9
Ripples lap the sky as Universes tremble, rumbling into new stellar alignments. With the return of my full Dreamtime recall, Gaia sighs, unencumbered at last.
Astara, Sedona, 2020