My World

Listening to my music play, the usual routine.
From a galaxy afar, I sense spirits enjoying it.

Tapping something to resemble feet,
or maybe their snapping fingers …unseen,
as I write and dance to my own beat.

I can see them in my minds eye, ever watching
me. Curious about this human-being.

There are some-things they’ll never know, (or do they)
the well kept secrets, whispered to me and I promised
to keep them quiet, not the time for a trumpet blow.

“This world is just awakening, some are not ready for
I AM’s Truth, feed them milk for now, the meat will come.

When they are ready, bring them to the feasting table
and share this Truth. You’ll look back and smile,
at this thing that you call world.”

© Janet Caldwell March 04, 2012
Pic: Google Images