On earth as it is in heaven

“On earth as it is in heaven,”

How could we not know?

How could I not realize until now?

Staring, the mirror back, we are

in the face of it;

uttered every day of our young lives.

Listen to the words.

If discord and disharmony

reflect, holographically,

the mirror of a greater struggle

born out of a glitch,

a power struggle

from desire’s itch.

And the need to scratch  so great

we are no more than puppets,

skin sloughed off,

claiming free will,

within the limits borne, all, within each.

The devil herself, as she is now known

tired of her work never ending.

She  IS the beginning before the one

and not as proposed, her name damaged by time,

damned by verbal slime.

She is the great mother

tired of keeping

all her children, throughout time

in line.

Now feeling the burden’s weight;

half an eternity for this universe, gone

another half to go and so abandons her children

to their fate and growing chaos.

Overboard they go flotsam through time.

Enough! They’re on their own!

 Positioned in place are watchers,

but those

chosen few,  not by her,

corrupted through time and power

and desire

subvert the real truth from all but a few.

Not aware of the upside down

The battle profoundly going on and the balance

Of the universe upset

The last ten millennium

Inflation energy dark and powerful

A coup, and words.

turned round

and galaxy’s warp and twist as from the heat,

dark matter’s cloak revealed, seeking, frantic.

The fabric, time-space, every quark reviewed,

dimensions hidden from view.

 And she escaped, withdrew.

The balance a skewed.

In reality, the power here is but its reflection,

our bifurcation, a hologram of the confusion

the bi, the division in all our lives.

Upside, down side up.

The great  mother gone, no direction.

Dethroned defamed

insult upon injury,

falsely accused, falsely named, too

deflect from the perpetrators

wars, famine, maim.

From her detractors

and for all the ills, she is worldly blamed,

falsely named.

Maybe upside down,

We, the worshiping of a clown,

falsely self crowned.

GIA, the Mother is her true name

To return?

Maybe next time around.