Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith

Acrostic: Pleiadians, the Seven Sisters

Acrostic: Pleiadians, the Seven Sisters

©2013, Olan L. Smith

Peace permeates our core;

Light contours your human form and we rejoice in an

Energy that is free of structure and while mammalian

In substance what exists

All around you mirrors the fountainhead

Dimmed only by the darkness within you;

Intergalactic camaraderie is offered all human

Animating vitality; brothers and sisters you're

Never forgotten yet

Singularly limited.

Time is an illusion of the brain journeying

Hither-to-yond, a perceived progression

Even as all things happen at once. Your existing

Soul is earthbound,

Experiencing a linear progression, yet

Virtually it is not. Everything

Explodes outward giving you a basis of

Now, which notion exists only to clothed energy.

Spirit free of form is the only reality;

Inner vision is your only true depiction,

Surprisingly, matter is a delusion light creates

The things you see, are not genuine (ask your scientists),

Earthlings, regard what I say, discern who you are.

Reveal your true self, awaken and

See with your third eye what is.