Residual rage trapped In the Joy
Lifetimes of suppression, enslavement and control
All Culminate to this one point
In Illusionary Time
The rage being Shed And Transformed
Through the Floodgates of Anguished Tears
Our Tree Elders Hold Space
My Hands flat against the aged bark
Pleading For Assistance
I hear Mom and The Angels confirm
“Yes, We are Going Home”
I’d Always felt this Sacred Place
Called Home
But never experienced it here
On this Physical Planet
Yet
It Is Here
That Feeling Inside Our Heart
Reflected Outward
Indeed
We Are Anchoring In And Securing
Through Our Physical Vessels
Our Higher Selves Of Light And Love
Our Home As One
As It Has Been Decreed