The Time Has Come Poem by Justin Phillips

Dreams go skyscape
in blurry violet vision,
sunset spectacular and dizzy,
fading...

Collect oneself, gathered within,
the bits and pieces of eternity
held solid in the heart.

We have forgotten
Who We Really Are,
and the Time has come
(the walrus said)
to Remember, Recognize, Realize
that we are Love.
What better 3 R's to learn?

When All is One,
is there All...
or Nothing?
For Everything cannot exist
and Know Itself
if Itself is All there is.
Like the blank sheet of paper:
'A polar bear in a snow storm, '
right?
It is all white,
blank on blank,
and Nothing is discernible.

And so We are Here
in this strange place
of limits and boundaries
and comparisons.
And so We are Gods
in this kingdom we cultivate,
Gods of the trees and the streams,
and Gods of the smog and smoke.

The Time has come
(the walrus said)
for a change, a New Way,
an Enlightenment
to shine upon our Path
as the sun offers life.
As the Son showed us Life.
'The work that I do, ye shall do
and greater works than these.'

'You are in the room
to heal the room.
You are in the space
to heal the space.'

There is no doubt,
no question,
no day but today
to show the world:
We are Love.