Waiting for plenty years to vision things seen in dreams,
Clouds of kings,
lions,
and queens;
Patiently awaiting to perceive what the 3rd eye only conceives.
A unification between Mother Terra and homosapiens;
Most claim that that aim is only for dreamers,
Well dreams are what kings are made from;
Waiting on the arrival of ancient ancestors tatted so tribal,
Choctaw and Navajo
gathering bush healing broken bones
Then chiefing with the chief
accomplishing goals with positive pushes
From Egyptian pharaohs
to building structures that will last for eternity,
Withstanding the test of times,
even if a person with a Napoleonic complex
aims his cannons at the breast of their chest,
bombs can't penetrate what the center of the nucleus creates;
Waiting by the ocean loving the sounds of the breeze
floating over millions of gallons of the sea's water;
Visioning the sight,
Watching as the Son resurrects spirits and souls
drowned and buried at sea;
It was once difficult to contemplate such things
but now that the mental has aged,
it is as easy and natural as giving thanks
for the breath that I'm blessed to breathe!!!