It lies dormant,
sleeping, resting, being without being.
It waits, waits until it’s called to rise,
called to make right.
It’s under the sea,
so deep our imaginations cannot take us there,
but it’s there amid the darkest depths,
And when it rises
it will not be missed,
there is not a soul who will not feel the tremor,
sense with every sense,
It that will come,
that will restore through the destruction of the false,
it that shows the infinite
Truth beyond truth,
crashing on through the established,
castles of lies, towers of deceit
mountains of material,
through breaking down of all that is false,
clarity for those that can see
and then back to the sea.
An experiment 😉