There, far, where the sky meets the earth
on an unbroken line of stark reality,
sparkle the infinite lights that beckon my heart.
There, far, where the eye sees the birth
of an unpolluted, crisp morning;
there hides the magic that war can not part.
The beats echo…
resound on the walls of my innermost cave.
The patterned sounds come and go,
come and go,
and set free my hidden-most slave.
Ignite. Find your fire.
Aspire. Reach. Reach upward. Reach inward.
Grasp at the glittering fragments of God and the Universe within your being.
Don’t deny the destiny of the ions within your living crust
that long to break away and connect with the Consciousness of the cosmos.
Our unswerving night-time visitor,
beautiful, beckoning orb,
donates to us, allure and clarity,
in exchange, gains grumbles and burdens to absorb.
Unsought, yet adored,
she glamourously glistens;
smoothly polished with the promise of peace.
