Three
Point one, point two, point three—
Where exactly should I be?
I love all points, but it can’t be—
Am I one, or split in two?
Where is the third to spin me through?
I spin left, I spin right, into the sky,
Surely I should be able to fly.
I take in three forces, all at once,
So I can pulse the universe.
My body lit and ready to go—
Before bed, and not so slow.
My hands push light into you,
To heal your being into the blue.
Fly, fly, fly—Shiva says,
While standing still and meeting my gaze.
Still I yearn for Shakti’s grace,
To dance with me in boundless space.
I surrendered each point, one by one,
To rise us all into the Sun.
As three points merge and become one.
Feed me whispers in the night,
From the stars and realms of light.
As the music plays and strings create,
Many more stand at the gate.
Beat, beat, beat in the eardrum—
From the universe of Sheva’s hum.
All the angel sounds I hear all day,
To download what God has to say.
Keep it coming—I want more.
I’m here to open heaven’s door.
To tell the world: we’re not alone—
And yes, we’re ready to come back home.
All our ancestors by our side,
Helping through each wave and tide.
I know now—my thoughts aren’t mine.
They were God’s voice all this time.
If I had known what I know now,
I wouldn’t be stuck down on the ground.
In the game of zero and one—then two—
Now three, the energy flowing through.
I fly to set us all souls free,
From lies, illusions, and dark deceit.
All I ask is—come with me.
I have these words, not just to speak,
But to break you open when you’re weak.
To help your heart finally cry—
So your soul can fly, and fly.
Now I ask for music, too—
The angelic strings that play me through.
My heart sings, and aches at once,
Because this is your time to dance.
Dance beneath Sheva’s sky of stars,
And feel the fire beneath your scars.
Enjoy the ride—this trembling life,
A fragile dance on icy light.
What I know—you may not be ready to hear.
Just open your heart. Just open your ears.
The path will unfold when the time is near.
Just read… or listen—
And I’ll be here.
Just as these words took form,
333 appeared.
I asked: “Where is the third line to spin me through?”
Spirit answered: “Here. Right now. Through you.”
This scroll is the spin.
You are the key.
Let the Three awaken in thee.
