In the Autumn of our years
When others lonely, full of fears,
We are of a different kind
Leaving countries, friends far behind.
The prospect of our future finds
One hand forward to point the way
The other backward to help those behind
As we look with joy to every day.
Clasping a hand or cheek to kiss,
No matter a Madam or a Miss,
We offer hands of friendship
To all we share in worship.
Many secrets we have found
All in plain sight they abound,
Lost in the mists that shroud this world,
Many in parchment cylinders curled.
In the libraries of the mind,
Look within and you will find
Such treasures stored in memory,
In your meditative armoury.
There is a power within us stored
Accessed from the Akasha Record.
Answers to every question asked,
Sages of old in silence basked.
Every thought’s unique vibration
Answered, matched to forge creation.
You are the new creators right now,
No question, no doubt you can know how!
No one else need question or know,
For you alone have the power of no.
You are the unique Master Creator,
Your mind alone is your fabricator.
© David Tenneson – 2016