“I’ll tell you this:
No eternal reward will forgive us now
for wasting the dawn.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we are stoned Immaculate”.
– Jim Morrison, AN AMERICAN PRAYER

Thou Reverend Father of the haloed light

Of invisible mass and fragrance of sweet dreams

The cosmic pool on which things float

Are fragments of thy stream

Surrender thy life-force in complete resurrection

A coming of the golden tide – a high occurrence on the event-horizons

Forests of splendid visions

Spinning around a change of seasons

The hornbill and the quail and the weaver and the gale

Sky’s diamond rings collapse and cease

Before the dead dull head of the sun

The freezing stars assimilate

One body, one spirit and one heart-for-all

That thou from this light must manifest thy truth

In the emptiness of forms must liberate the mind’s vacuum hymns

A consciousness so pure and

everlasting

Creating in the Higgs Field, the Interactions

Force enacts mass and energy by constant dissolution and creation

Emerge as the cosmic sign the miracle of light entrusted you this work of Works

Let the world reel and the angels sing or cry in the mist glow of heavens

Earth to undergo the transformation in this time

A little flower of thee – an offering that was trampled by the insane vicissitudes of existence

Shall in the end bloom the divine essence of life

And be the cusp for higher material and spiritual interactions.

“Silvery star

Cottonwood canyons

Alokananda melting from the zenith

Flows into gorgeous valley of rainbow hued dreams

Light shines

A moment’s flash deep into the future

A past resurrected from the dead ashes of the tree

A flower of sweetness prevail in the fluting cry for the divine union

Earth’s gardens are bathed in the vesper of fragrant memories

It’s time to rebuild the Eternal kind”.

-Joy

– Joy