Dark Eyes Watch

Cut down swiftly

and scattered on the wind.

Cut down neatly

floating on feathered wings.

Shut down from me

all hopes and dreams.

Shot down quickly

fall from grace in screams.

Dark eyes watch fear take hold.

Dark eyes see my mortal coil.

Darkness lies within black holes.

Darkness looms over my soul.

The Traveller

We are but a speck of angel fire, a celestial body that settles upon the earth after its poise between the outer realms and before our eventual determinations, to create our desired form, during the time of times within our intermediate positions, and before embarking upon our destination, Earth.

To walk for a time as woman, or man, before moving into the next desired evolutionary steps of our makings.

During our decisions of what lives we would desire to experience, we mapped out our time on Earth, and many are lucky enough to recognise that each new experience is another predetermined adventure that we had chosen before embarking upon the next step of our journey, to manifest ourselves as human.

The journey we begin each day is a journey that we mapped out for ourselves before becoming, and it is a journey that should be lived to the fullest.

A journey that should deliver to ourselves that which fulfils the traveller within.

Karen Eastland