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I have within my being

An anticipation for a return,

Through gateways and dimensions

To a place that my spirit calls home.

My spirit yearns and cries

And reaches out through the ebony night,

In the galactic milieu beyond time and knowledge,

Stuff of myth and legends where souls reside.

This home of spirit souls that lays a lifetime away,

Through astral flight and beyond sight.

Once we recognise the journey starts

With letting go, releasing ourselves from ego,

Navigating with our third eye

To act as a guide,

To transcend and transition us to the realm

Where our heart lays,

Where the warm luminescent grounded glow

Beckons us back as our essence flows

Back to our ancestral ancient home,

From which milenia ago we were tasked to roam,

To experience human being.