Ode to the Open portal.
Openhand mysteries that unfold,
like a bud in transformation,
To release perfumed, multidimensional truth,
In sweet scented, solfeggio harmony,
Propagating the tremulous love-light song,
That whispers from heart to heart across the void,
In cosmic, care free dance,
Undulating and writhing endlessly,
Like Pan’s elemental retinue, wild and free,
Fearless exploration on the bridge of conscious enquiry,
Daring to go where no soul has gone before,
Open then, Portal, as Metatron’s stargate,
Open and reveal the treasures within.