Mass at cathedral rock
Pilgrimage Of a nomadic soul.
Always in discovery mode
Not awake, yet awakening
To unearth the eternal code.
He looks at the spires
Of cathedral rock.
In nature’s house of worship
Connecting to the spark.
Spires harnessing energy
From the lightning rod.
From great heaven
Offers energy from god.
Spires reaching
To the endless sky.
messages of divine frequency
migrate to my middle eye.
A skyline of earth, energy and love.
Where my self seems small.
But the true self inside of me
Doesn’t care about being tall.
Congregations of red rock
And inspirational energy.
Radio towers created by god
Connecting to divine frequency.
Off the grid
And back to original source
Going off script
And chasing an uncharted course.
Congregations of love and light
Allowing to just feel.
Wandering, wondering and winding
Down unpaved paths and healing hills.
Small heaven
Used to seem so grand.
But knowing we’re all visitors traveling
Within this sacred land.
Confronting obstacles
made by the self that resides outside.
Ignoring miracles
That are created by our divine guide.
Great heaven
Used to be ignored.
Now I know the true treasures
Are where they are stored.
Embrace the skyline
Of earth, energy and love.
Small heaven and great heaven
Are neither below nor above.
