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We Hear the Time

We hear the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the truth is unveiled.

We see the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the light shines upon us.

We smell the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the earth is awakened.

We taste the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the false collapses.

We touch the time with the hands sublime
And the hearts like the sacred lotus.

We feel the time with the light divine
Bursting forth from the depths of despair.

We shout the time when the planets align
Like the sun with its sparkling hair.

We dance the time when the music rhymes
And we set forth where no one dared.

We breathe the time with our bodies supine,
Breathing in the transcendent air.

We speak the time with the language enshrined
In the nebulae debonair.

While the voices scream and the mystics dream
To the minds that are unaware

Of the time that in now, of the beauty within
That the surface things have concealed.

Yes, the time has arrived--beautiful time--
That the prophecies have revealed.

June 22, 2012

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INTEND UH-OH!

 

             INTEND   UH – OH!   

                                       Edward  Iacona

                          

 

If one wants to improve their life

There is no need to grouse or curse

All one needs to do is harness,

The power of the universe.

 

Be in on the public secret

And have your star on the ascension,

Just master the mysterious magic

Of “Attraction” and “Intention”.

 

There are books and seminars

That will help get what you want.

Follow the instructions and your life

Becomes like a buffet restaurant.

 

According to the advocates

There is nothing that encumbers

One from getting a parking space

To the winning lottery numbers.

 

Those that professionally preach this thought

Can live in the land of milk and honey

While their followers intentions may come to naught

They have found their secret to making money.

 

I walked in meditation for a lovely life

So clear in my minds eye view,

When dog’s biodegradable offense became

A metaphor attracted to my shoe.

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