All of these grains of sand
And not one of them the same
Each one masterfully crafted
And assigned with their own name
All tuned to a unique frequency
They never repeat a vibe
Each having their own destiny
And a purpose for their lives
On the surface you might not see this
There seems nothing to explore
But if we listen to their stories
We will find they’re so much more
Some grains are from volcanoes
Born of lava from center earth
While other grains come from an ocean
Being coral at their birth
Some have borne the weight of people
Some still remains untouched
Sand castles, beach towels, and buried treasure
Sand has seen so much
It’s gone into making structures
Has been the result of them coming down
So many forms have passed through this world
While sand has been around
Whenever I am near it
I can’t help but be in awe
Within each grain are countless worlds
And power to withdraw
But we’ve not yet learned to grasp this
Most of us can’t receive
Sand being smaller than a mustard seed
Who can expect us to believe?
The grains that come from mountains
Understand what makes them move
For they know they are mountain seeds
And that’s something they can prove
For if you examine each grain close enough
You’ll see all I’ve said and more
Like a hologram each grain contains itself
And everything that came before
The access to resources is unimaginable
There’s truly no such thing as need
Everything wants to give to us
But we repel it with our greed
Even if we gained this world
And gave most of it away
A grain of sand could still give more
Than we ever could display
Its yield is completely infinite
So it never will resist
If we ask, its secrets will come to us
Giving all that it consists
On that day the world will shift
From how it appears to its intention
And we’ll know ourselves as we are known
As we move into ascension
I can almost hear the laughter now
As we accept what is essential
It took us learning from a grain of sand
To deny the power differential
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