Poem: Akshtic Records

In the halls where time stands still,
A library vast, beyond the hill,
The Akashic Records, whispers old,
In threads of light, the truth is told.

Each soul a page, each life a line,
In cosmic ink, the tales align,
From birth to death, each breath, each tear,
Etched in the scrolls, so crystal clear.

The joys, the pains, the lessons learned,
The fires we faced, the bridges burned,
All chronicled in silent grace,
A mirror to our endless race.

Guardians watch with eyes so deep,
Over secrets that the ages keep,
Yet to the seeker, pure and true,
These records may reveal their view.

In quiet thought, or dream’s embrace,
One might glimpse this sacred space,
Where past and future, gently blend,
And all is known, until the end.

So tread with care, and honor the scroll,
For in the Akashic, lies the soul,
A record of all, both near and far,
Our essence held among the stars.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie