There’s a theory in the ether
Claiming primordial records
Of all that ever was is and will be
Stored in the very fabric of space.
‘Everything is written in the skies’
Ancient preachers used to say
Averring intrinsic knowledge is thrust
Upon us from above, encoded rain.
There are instants abstruse consciousness
Seems to tap into the accounts
Igniting passions sparking genius
Discoveries inventions masterpieces.
What we call spiritual is universal
And if we quiet our minds we feel it,
That unfathomable ardour inside
Resonating reverberations of the cosmos
Calling us to sense the essential nature
Of all that exists and we included,
Omnific esoteric particles unfolding
Ethereal scriptures embedded within
The myriad streams of the eternal
Dark blue river of time.
[Featured painting: The Akashic Records by Martin Levinne]