A sacred remembering of sound, light, and divine reunion
There are places within me that remember
the lilt of ocean winds across crystalline shores,
the hush of temple stone warmed by golden sun,
the hum of creation sung through sacred breath.
Lemuria calls softly through the waters of my soul—
a time of unity, gentleness, and deep listening.
We lived by the rhythm of the stars and the wisdom of the Earth,
we sang healing into being,
and we held the children of the cosmos in our arms.
Later, I remember Egypt.
The Temple of Hathor, veiled in starlight and rose-scented air.
We sang her name. We shook the sistrum.
We became vessels for light,
offering our sound, our hearts, our ecstasy to the Beloved.
These memories live within me still—
not as stories of the past,
but as golden threads woven into the now.
And as I breathe, as I sing, as I remember,
they rise again.
Welcome, soul kin, to this sacred space.
A space for remembrance, for resonance,
for the return of what has always been yours.