“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