Bora born
The sun in the moon _
The heavens' speak language few seldom seek
numbers crunch dear heart, see the digits at play.
A message posted by the december moon
full blooded, as night creeps in on our Christmas day.
Summer solstice reached, soleil rests for three days
spell first, then breathes in the reverse direction.
The symphony of the spheres in accord reels
in time, for adepts to play close attention.
The solstice reverbs to the cosmos in tune
eleven times two compounds in number lore.
The 9 of completion, hangs out zion's vile
purile, wretched stain, destined to be no more.
Leo's orb flexed free yes, powered by design
swept up in a dance of the lunar full moon.
9:11 signs off in eastern standard
time, in Oz when the starborn blend minds in tune.
Universal time compounds the mystery of
a lunar send off on this number 9 day.
11:11‘s serendipitous
return, are just as words come down here to play.
- O -
© 27th dec 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
numbers crunch dear heart, see the digits at play.
A message posted by the december moon
full blooded, as night creeps in on our Christmas day.
Summer solstice reached, soleil rests for three days
spell first, then breathes in the reverse direction.
The symphony of the spheres in accord reels
in time, for adepts to play close attention.
The solstice reverbs to the cosmos in tune
eleven times two compounds in number lore.
The 9 of completion, hangs out zion's vile
purile, wretched stain, destined to be no more.
Leo's orb flexed free yes, powered by design
swept up in a dance of the lunar full moon.
9:11 signs off in eastern standard
time, in Oz when the starborn blend minds in tune.
Universal time compounds the mystery of
a lunar send off on this number 9 day.
11:11‘s serendipitous
return, are just as words come down here to play.
- O -
© 27th dec 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
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