Time is rotation about the higher
dimension—when that dimension is in use,
no time, for the subject, is what we concur:
our bodies experience no abuse—
we live in 4D, a function of 5D,
in all our various bits and pieces.
We’re aligned, internally, with eternity,
and, thus, i can’t be killed; no heart ceases:
every violent act is preempted
by the existence this dimension defined—
a proper address that is not restricted
by absent hearts of a different kind.
Now, where, in all this 13.8 billion
years, is the man i read about, as a child?
I look, don’t I, in every direction,
and the distance between us is reconciled.
His unique frequency has a 5D phase
associated with it; so i put out
my feelers, and, though he lived a million
miles away, if i have some idea about
him, then he lives within His dominion,
and i can meet him pending our advance.
The only radius that time presents
is the memory of him and our chance
at some future that He represents.
So, I look for him in my mind’s eye,
i invest my love in that direction,
and, in a moment, he is standing by,
our worlds overlap, we share our sun,
and i’m inspired by a cup of tea.
My thoughts shift to accommodate this love,
and I hear, in the end, His ultimate plea:
Do unto others as I would, hereof,
and, if you do, there will be no fatigue.
Lethargy is the only 5D ailment—
but the remedy lives within our league—
time, on our best behavior, is spent:
this amounts, in an hour, to atonement,
replenished, as we are, by the week ahead,
and the risk, do tell, that we circumvent.
I dream on the things that, through Him, I read,
and the bad in me is put to bed.
So I shift on to the man of my dreams—
from a special point that’s born and bred,
embracing all that my love redeems.