Beckoning Spirit - like a Moth to a Lamp. . .

I beckon the spirit of my dreams to where you are now sitting, and there like golden threads of vibration born of the Sun you can witness the event, at least in a feeling. That feeling is within you and your awareness to pluck it and your choice to do so kindles a unique fire that is within you.

The light in the centre of the forehead – an opening sensation and a release. Soft, warm fire, kindled vision and an optimistic mood to put true attention onto the moment and give way for the spontaneous burst of life force that are present in us now but one day dead. Live.