For some reason, I have a strong relation with the three numbers of today’s day.   1 … 4 … 7

When I awaken in the night by my bladder’s call and look at the clock.  It is 1:47… or 4:17… or 7:14… or sometimes 1:17 or 11:44.  All three are not there all of the time.  But the preponderance over the other numbers is beyond chance.  So this is a specially auspicious day.  I had been planning to post a poem of mine today.  And then I saw the alignment.  Awesome.  So here it is…

#4

NEW AGE – UNDEFINED

Not crystals, not mystics,

Not channels calling forth

         an unseen self;

Not witches, not warlocks,

Not cosmic fields of

         psychic occult force;

The mind of Man grows restless

At thoughts of the unknown

And balks at that which

         logic cannot grasp;

And thus are formed

New tethers to the soul,

Externalities that bind

         no less than sin;

To know “I Am”

Is to be born again,

The rest is better left

Within the womb.

         * * *

peace…………ag