Karma in Transpose

    Shhh. . .

Awaken

Voices part the sleep

Like rising sparks of fire

Turned ash into the deep

Their laughter fades

As do the ages their music will transcend

A distant choir sings a mix, a strain

In languages unpenned

  Shhh. . .

Listen!!!

No more tears

No more wounds

No more fears

No more tombs

'Cross a liquid dark

Eyes perceive yet reign in silence

Fingers weaving art

Lands where souls are shaped with violence

    They cry out. . .

No more tears

No more wounds

No more fears

No more tombs

Moving towards an inward motion

Silent whispers sent ears ringing struck on edge

As it filtered through our reasoning and senses

Pervasive calm sounded like thunder in our heads

   It echoes. . .

No more tears

No more wounds

No more fears

No more tombs

Changes coming in a wave of evolution

Something lingering ahead

Shaping karma as our children sculpt their lumen

In the transpose they become unlimited 

      And real. . .