I feel the dome begin to curve and arc
Above the logic of my brain
It captures every tiny golden spark;
washes out the old and heavy strain
The fourth eye opens in a sapphire blue
To guide the light into the core of me
The ancient patterns start to look like new
As I begin to hear and truly see
The crystals wake above my quiet eyes
A triangle of light within the field
The silent language starts to fall and rise
Until the hidden wisdom is revealed
I hear the tones that physical ears miss
The seventh-dimensional holy song
I drift within a state of total bliss
To find the home where I have always belonged
The Ze and On are arcing in the dome
I’m calling all the distant pieces home
The tenth ray melts the heavy tiers of old
To turn the leaden memory into gold
It is the golden nectar from the sun
Flowing through the marrow and the bone
The two-way conversations have begun
I realize that I am not alone
I am the master of the crystal wheel
Operating from the sacred space
I make the universal wisdom real
And walk with an unhurried steady grace
The sixth and seventh strands are turning fast
Beyond the dense and carbon-heavy skin
The Over Soul is merged with me at last
To let the higher creation begin
I loop the light through every energy point
From eighth to tenth and to the heart within
The sacred oil begins to now anoint
The temple where the holy triads spin
Ze-On arcing, Ze-On arcing
One with the Mind of Source
Neutral, quiet, present now
It is the golden nectar from the sun
Vibrating in the marrow and the bone
The two-way conversations have been won
Within the light I’m never left alone
I am the pilot of the crystal wheel
Anchored in the vast and sacred space
I make the divine imaging feel real
And live within the unconditioned grace