You’ve stood underneath these arches before,
what feels like a distant memory—
maybe of home,
is slowly starting to come back to you.
You’ve stood between these two trees—
the precipice of a secret garden,
that’s kept locked and only opened with the key of life after death.
But not as you might literally imagine.
This is a key called resurrection—
to be born again
to commence again
to reawaken to your own magnificence—
to reawaken to a finite knowing
that you are the clue
you are the cue
the one and only direction to Armageddon
and then resurrected into Heaven.
Realise the Golden Gates
are not limited to time and space,
coexist within you
along with galaxies of infinite Dreamtime.
Realise that within your waking reality
the pillars of ancient wisdom
are but a shift in your consciousness,
a change in your perspective.
Realise that Hell and Limbo are a feeling—
a pang in your gut,
telling to you listen
to your inner compass called resistance.
Realise that Eden exists
in a type of thinking
and that you are made in the likeness
and reflection of an almighty central Sun,
which is only perceived through being blinded
by absolute darkness
by infinite nothingness
and divine surrender.
May you wake up
and reign supreme over your existence,
you light of the world you beast of love,
with your golden heart
may you awaken
to who you really are.
For you have stood underneath these arches before,
and here you are again
back at the very beginning