Sun Seed’s Dream
The soul remembers twelve who stand
Around the Sun in holy band—
Christ the center, light their crown,
Bodhisattvas looking down
Upon the Earth with tender care,
Sending wisdom through the air
To those who in their dreaming wake
And feel the ancient pull to make.
Their way back home across the sea
Of many lives and memory.
One group in caverns gold and round,
Twelve flames in Zodiacal bound,
Sophia shining at the core,
Unam, wisdom evermore—
She draws the seeker through the night,
The last one called into the light.
Gravitation of the spirit
Moves where words can never reach;
The prodigal begins to hear it,
Turns toward the circle’s speech.
In this age when souls feel lonely,
Longing for a hearth and kin,
Still the Lodge above is only
Waiting for the dream to win.
Wake, dear heart, the dream is calling—
You are known, you are the twelfth.
Leave the shadow, leave the falling,
Join the circle, share the wealth.
Through Sophia’s radiant presence
Time and space no longer bind;
Life and death become the essence
Of the path the twelve will find.
Sacred magic waits the hour
When the twelve are one again;
Sun Seed’s dream becomes the power
That redeems the world from pain.
“Sun Seed’s Dream” by Tyla Gabriel
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