I call the angel, beckoned from the vast depth of space.
I link the heart with the Heart that beats upon the shore of infinite space.
The shoreline is vast and trammeled by the many returning home to the One.
Our feet are knarred by the rocks encumbered upon the wayward journey home.
Our hopes ensealed in a golden vase.
Our hearts are empty of all except the vision of the goal.
The energies whorl around us as we invoke the Presence.
The beating, rhythmic to the Dance of Spirit.
Life inflamed by the beatings of the waves upon the shore.
Hearken, one and all to the Voice echoing through the wilderness.
Hearken, one and all to the Sound that thunders from afar.
Listen Oh chela, to the rushing waves now upon the shore.
The hour has come to hearken to the call of the Silent Voice.
The angels collect their forces.
I beseech the master angel at my command.
I call upon your forces to rent the veil.
That imprisons me within these halls that imprisons my will.
Listen to me, oh chela, the time has come.
Impale your spear upon the dragon’s breast.
Beseech the One adorned by the dragon’s crest.
Sing your Praise.
Adornment, Adornment, Adornment
Composed by H.Z.: A Soul Impacted Impression received in Meditation