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Seeking Shadows Despite The Sun


A tale begins in resurrection.

DEATH


'Grasp the light with these dying eyes,
Make this the last of my thoughts.'

The softness of the grass he feels,
And gravity pressing tight,
Alone down here,
Beneath the tree his question made him climb.

'Breathe now, let my fate reveal
The path that I have led,
Through patterns in existence;
Truths hard won, and hard to bear;

In search of that beyond my touch,
Beyond my eyes made blind
By the comfort of solidity,
Desires of the mind.

What is left here now, in shadows cleft,
But limpened bones and sorrow
From a life of shifting mirrors, cracked,
Embedded in the soul.'

Stillness guards his fading world....

A birds wing flutters, draws him
To its dark eyes overlooking.

A last perception;
'Peaceful one,
How long will you remain?

Did you come to see me climb the tree
Or come to see me fall?'

Spiralling, and sweeping low,
It whispers in his Mind;

'You must remember Death.'

*

Senses spin as Spirit ascends
Afloat on the breath of a wilting shell.

A delicate bond between Body and Mind
Is broken, and Spirit spills into the air.

'I am fluid;
I flow across the horizons.

'Conscious,
Outside of Solidity.'

Awareness drifts to the skin and bones
That softly decay in the roots of the tree.

From the air, now the seat of his Consciousness,
He turns away from Life.

*

Light runs pale on delicate veils
That drape in silver shawls around
The tapestries of land and sky
That lay as silken sheets.

Silence

Loneliness

A flicker in a vast darkness

Of all he amassed in the living world,
His naked Soul remains.

The void becomes an ocean of line.

He is desperate for comfort and light.

Panicked, he flounders,
Blindly reacts,
Resisting the tides of the Sea.

He grasps for the breath of a life now spent,
Feels the truth of the transformation.

All that he was
Is no more.

Calm

He drifts now,
Watching the light of the World
Through the glistening threads of line.

Like pale sand under a shallow sweep
Of sea, it shimmers and shifts through the waves.

*

An echo, a whisper from the depths of the void,
Draws his vision away from the veil of Life
To the other side of nothingness,
To distant swells of mist.

A form emerges from the depths,
Grows clear as it approaches.

A wondrous human soul....

A piercing gaze arrests his mind
And strips the fear away from him.
It surfaces a memory
Long hidden from his sight.

Glazed eyes bathe in the warmth of her smile.

'Beloved Guide! What Grace bestows
This honour and this moment blessed?
A lifetime stands between our
Last encounter in the mist.'

She beckons him to follow her
Into the depth beyond,
Through lighter mists of swirling line
Into a shallow plane.

Ascending now, their spirits shimmer,
Shifting through the pane
Where waves of iridescence glide them
Swiftly to an isle.

The sand reflects their spirit shells
And sparkles as they move
Across the white expanse of beach
Towards a grove of trees.

Pearl lattices of line extend
From all horizons over them,
In shapes both sharply angular,
And flowing, free of form.

He is taken by the splendour,
And begins to sense that he
Has visited this place before,
Between his lifetimes past.

'You wonder where you are, Angel;
You've swum this Sea before.
Let words instil a History of
This place transcending time.'

'So begins the story

Of the Living, the Spinning, and the Sense of Awareness
As seen from the Author of Wisdom,

Behold;

We, the Existing, are Thoughts of a Goddess,
The Goddess lays silently watching Her sky.
Her sky is a tapestry, weaving the All
But the patterns are broken, the threads are undone.

The Sky is no longer in Harmony
And She is divided within Her Soul.
She seeks to unify the Divide
And weave again the Tapestry.

We, her Thoughts, begin to rise
And, in Her Mind, we trace the threads,
Through worlds of Symbols, to convey
The Cause of the Divide.

Her Consciousness becomes an Isle
Upon which lays her Soul, the beach.
Surrounding this is laid, as Sea,
Her rhythmic tides of Wisdom.

Upon Her beach, her Thoughts begin to
Manifest as grains of sand.
With Sentience, they ebb and flow
Within the waves of Wisdom Sea.

Many drift, and spin, and learn,
While others swim most naturally.
Their insights fill the Wisdom Sea
And weave new threads into the Sky.

When all Thoughts rise in Harmony,
The threads, their Fated paths, complete,
Then She, now unified, may lay
Content within her patterned sky.

*

'Wanderer, a tale is told,
And now you shall participate.
Approach the Tree within the grove,
Relax in its embrace.'

He steps in to the grassy hollow,
Sheltered by the grove
And witnesses the Heart of Her,
A Tree of majesty.

His eyes glide over limbs of grace
And sensuality.
He grasps the bough, relaxes in,
And feels himself absorbed.

His guide stands, watching as he melts
Into the loving bough.
But crystals in his soul appear,
That cannot be absorbed.

The Tree imbues him with its Love,
Then he, released, falls back into
the arms, spread open, of his guide,
Who cradles him to rest.

'Wanderer, a journey begins.
You must enter the living world again.
The Tree has shown me crystals
In your soul that you must break.

'Bear again the waking realm,
Dispel these seeds of suffering.
Explore, without fear, your darkened states,
And your sorrow will depart.

'You have everything, angel, that you need
To purify your soul.
Strive to know, explore and rise,
Find Wisdom in in yourself.'

He feels the knots collected in
His mind and in his heart
From the sorrow and the tension of
His life on solid ground.

'My guide,
I fear to speak so plainly the
Emotions in me now
My wish is to remain with you,
In search for Love and Truth.

Though certain am I of my strength,
In learning as I must,
I yearn to share your wings and fly,
I fear to walk again.'

Her eyes toward the grass that softly
Sways in gentle wind,
'I am sorry, and I understand
The loneliness it brings.

But yielding to desire
Blinds us both toward the end,
For, like the Sun, it blankets
Our perceptions of the Sky.'

The crystals in his soul subside
Into subconsciousness, wrapped
In coils of fear that held them tight
Throughout his lifetimes past.

'Tell me, Guide, do we exist
Beyond these grains of Consciousness
That wander on these sands
Between the realms of life and death.'

'Your question brings you here now
And will lead you further still.

The answer will unfold for you
When you are soon reborn.'

Her eyes drift over the gentle waves
That glaze the white expanse.

'The Waves are calling....'

'Oh comfort me, Maya, let us hold this embrace,
A thousand blessings would not mean as much.
The spectrum of line and light in the sky
Could cradle me never as dearly.

I fear to tread the solid ground
Without you by my side....'

'Wanderer, you hear me, yet
You clutch at your solidity.
The mirrors of your mind create
Division in your sight.

I will be there, guiding, in your thoughts
And in your wanderings.
I will be the place for you to roam
In seeking inspiration.

'Now close you eyes, Angel, and open you mind.

It is time.'

*

Tethered by awe between panic and bliss,
He opens his heart to the Sea.
As he hears in the waves the birthing song
He is drawn down to the shore.

"Leave your Knowledge behind you
Where you stand upon the beach....

Wait in silence by the edge of the Sea
For the changing of the tide....

Pass through the cycle of waves, let them crash,
Let them bathe all the rhythms of Soul....

Descend to the glow of Solidity,
Where Illusion blinds with the Sun....

Work to accomplish reunion
Upon your Fated path,

In the world below, where the sands collect
When the beaches and oceans collide."


BIRTH


Gently

Gentle breathing
In the moist dawn condensation.

The air is sweet; with every breath
That fills his lungs he yearns for more.

The crystal morning streams of Sun
Impress upon his fledgling mind
As, eyes dilating, focus
On the patterns in the shifting light.

Swiftly come the concepts, formed
In dark cerebral streams and through
Electric cirrus threads that
Weave a matrix through his Mind.

Senses enveloping, bathed in the Sun,
He is far from feeling the Sea.

It will be many circles round the Sun
Before the memories return.

Attention turns to absorbing ideas,
Creating Sense and judgement. He is
The product of experience, and
The product of conditioning.

'Look at me now, dear spirit who holds me,
And watch me sleep in the light of your eyes.
The world is silent but for the beating
Of your heart, and I'm safe with you here.'

AWARENESS

Taught with many tools and guides,
Impressed upon the planes of Mind
His teachers striving to convince
Him of their learned ways.

With intuition held aloft,
His eyes staid firmly to the clouds,
He glimpses sensitivity
To the hollowness of schooling.

His mind is drawn instead to those
Beliefs away from logic.
In occult, and magic, psychical,
Ideas that seed his mind.

Candles, chants, imaginings,
And worship for the stars.
Yet he cannot grasp the meanings
And cannot feel the prayers.

Until the point when he begins
A deeper exploration
Leaving shells of his mentation,
To be centred in the Heart.

Morning breaks upon the day
When schooling ends, and choice is his.
And with this choice he feels the need
To wander from this place.

There is a world for him out there....

Unshackled from institution....

He purges all that he has learnt
To greet the path ahead.

*

He is a drifting spirit
In a city by the sea,
His companions are running blind
Within captivity.

The Sun is picking lightly
Through their papier-mâché brains,
Burning jagged symbols into them
So only sleep remains.

Sensations are distorted
Through a deep conditioning,
But the more he tries to see beyond,
The more it cages him.

He grows accustomed to his bondage
To this narrow city life,
Through the years of his existence
As a slave to others' greed.

He finds himself awakened
In this world of pettiness,
So far from simple wonder,
This routine of day to day.

No longer does he feel content,
His young eyes rendered blind
To the face of questions beyond time,
By pressures to conform.

His mind is beckoned to retreat
Into his make believe,
From minds that cede enquiry
For the toil of slavery.

He stands lonely in the masses,
Drowning joy behind his eyes,
Disillusioned, he is burying
His thoughts of simple things.

He asks himself, 'Am I empty inside?
A mindless automaton?
Do I grow and thrive, only to fall?
Learn of colour to see only grey?

'Is this to be my life, this box,
To be filled with stagnant melancholy?
To exist as what is deemed to be
Respected by the bored?'

His mind is drawn to those around,
Who mingle on the concrete slabs
That suffocate the grass and trees
That are, for him, reality.

Cold is the space they occupy,
So crowded, yet so much distance between.
He is battered by tension and density,
In the warmth of this cocoon.

Alone among companions, sees
Them blinded in the gloom,
And he wonders if he seems as lost
As they, in labyrinth.

He sees all the colours in front of his eyes,
But he cannot feel their breath.
His desire fragments the experience,
His loneliness cleaves the heart.

Perhaps if he banished this gravity
From his soul, and took to flight....

But he is a stone.
Protruding in the bend of a stream,
The water incessantly spills and erodes.
His spirit in bondage within the flow,
To see but never to feel.

He wanders over grids of stone
Between the blocks of steel and glass.
A place of solitude he seeks;
A place to meditate.

A park he sees, restrained in squares,
He shivers in the shadows cast
By towers lurching overhead
And tearing down the sky.

A grand tree stands before him,
Draws his eyes upon its bough.
It seems as lonely as he feels inside.

He sits amid the roots.

Sheltered by its canopy
Relaxing in the warmth of peace,
His Mind, now silent, starts to see
The colours streak around him.

His Mind is drawn into the leaves
As hands caress the ashen bark.
He feels their fate to be entwined;
Two souls in different robes.

He strives to bring his Mind beyond
The shelter of his skin, to feel
The breath of colour in the seams
Between the building blocks.

He feels the wind and the shiver....

The soft of the grass to the touch....

A language left unspoken....

A moment that speaks for itself....

He lays under the canopy
That sprinkles light upon the leaves.
Relaxed, he sees the subtleties
Of shadow, of spirit in folds in between.

Movement in the canopy....

The shadows shift and merge, to shape
A bird of spirit, circling,
And, hovering, it calls out from
The depth of his Awareness.

'Let yourself be led from here
Into your first Transcendence. I will
Fly in your reflection, guiding
You into the Real.'

It sings him a song of relieving, that
Awakens memories.
Its wings, across his shadow,
Cradle gently him to sleep.


TRANSCENDENCE


It is night
And he is dreaming.

In his dream
He lies awake.

The bird, perched low in consciousness
Now soars in dreamscape sky.

'Look about, pilgrim of the upper sphere,
And see what you are beginning to see.
The fragrant veil of earthly wine.
In the goblet in your hand.

'Consider that this dream you dream
Is life, reality,

And the lonely wakened road is but
The vision of a weary mind.'

'You will learn to banish solidity;
Awake, you will live without.
With ease, in remembrance of delicate truths,
At last you will be free.'

*

Awake and reposed,
Night's shadow rolls on.

His toes tingle in the autumn chill.

The stars revolve at random, spread
Like chance, across the sky, and yet
His senses speak that patterns lie
Behind the veil of night.

Lines converge between the stars
That shiver now, as if afraid
These glowing threads may prove their fate,
Dissolving in the wind.

*

Music,
And it's beautiful,
Played softly with the dawn.
It shimmers through his flesh
And splashes colours on his soul.

He sees, beyond his skin, the brim
Of currents beaming from his heart.

'What is it that composes me,
When I am moved so easily,
By music, out of body's mass
Weighed down by gravity?

'Presuming I am spirit made, why
Laden me with molecules?
If all Real things exist so soft, what
Purpose has its opposite?'

The bird, within his shadow, says,
'Your task is brought to consciousness,
You must explore the coils that bind you
To your solid world.'


DEATH

'I am the disillusioned.
I stand outside the mind.
I conceive no understanding, every
Thought, a broken shell.

'No more facades, Awareness must
Be borne of deeper spheres
Than what ignorance perceives to be
The boundary of existence.

Does more truth lie in waiting
Underneath this shallow plane?
Or is it only what we see as fit
To cradle our desire?

'Oh lord and lordly angels,
I know not what I may think,
Senses tell me understanding
Will arise progressively.

Yet I stand poised with this poison mind
To judge where judgments flitter
But to miss the great expanses
As I navigate the maze.'

A pain flows fierce from Mind to Heart,
Into the flesh below.

Folded tight, and agonised,
His body writhes and trembles.
He tries to keep composure
As his will begins to fade.

A scream within, a silent cry,
Pollution of the inner sky
Builds barriers of solid fear,
To stem the deep collapse.

He senses now the sorrow, rising
Uncontrollably;
He must stand firm, relax and feel,
To watch persistently.

Suddenly his sense is
Comprehending its behaviour,
How it permeates the soul and crumbles
Every gentle layer.

Still standing firm, his focus strong,
He must resist the instinct to
React, and lean on yielding thoughts
Which build the barricades.

He shivers, the realization
Flows throughout his Being;
The pain of disconnection
Helps create solidity.

Softly, ever softly, the
Despair subsides and drains from him.
The first stride of his journey, made,
His eyes are open wide.


BIRTH

Silently sculpting

The morning dreams.

Cradled by feathers

That whisper:

'I am Shadow-Hawk and your angel guide,
But more than this, your friend.
We've been tethered by a fate entwined,
Through lifetimes turned to dust.'

'You've circled many times around the Sun
Since our last embrace in the mist....'

'I remember you, dear!
From the maze of my mind,
And deep in my childish heart.
You have danced with me through lifetimes,
As I have danced with you.'

'Wake, my Nomad, follow,
As I lead you from the city.
These steps you take will be the first
Of countless on your path.'

Shadow wings cut through the wind,
And fast he follows, in between
Companions of grey, who run
Round circles in their squares.

Grids now undulate with grass,
A hilltop vista fills his eyes;
The seaming range of forest, fields,
Mountains, streams and villages.

AWARENESS

There is peace here, out between the trees,
In gentle sun and dappled shade.
She sits, as shadow, by his side,
Two souls in meditation.

A calmness he feels....

A lily on the soft, still pond....

The ripples from the world around
Cannot disturb his Silence.

'Nomad,
Look at all the lovely things
That give to you their presence,
Then watch the barricades of Mind
And how they isolate.'

'There seems the veil around me, guide,
That holds the view just out of reach.
My solid skin reflects its light
And leaves me separated.'

'Cast your Mind beyond the two,
To look upon, objectively,
The world full of sensation there,
And here, your solid form.

'Understand, division is
Defined by your perception, which
In truth, is viewing everything
From higher planes than this.

The Mind, conditioned to believe
In only what the Sun reveals,
Perpetuates Illusion by
Denying deeper sight.

When Spirit senses something missing,
Mind, to compensate, believes
Fulfillment of Desire
Is the purpose to its life.

Desire is insecurity,
A faceless prayer to dependency.
All consuming, yet never fulfilled,
The Soul grows weak and further divides.

You see, Nomad, decay of Mind
Is wrought by none but ones' own hand,
Through premises presumed as Truth,
But never analysed.

Decay results in loss of Self,
Through deference of the Will to challenge
What is held as Truth, to other
Minds as blind as they.'

Connections in his thoughts unite,
As words of Wisdom weave the thread.
New vision strips the veils of light
That are, for him, illusion.

Magnificently curving hills,
The glittering lakes and ancient trees;
He sees behind the barricades,
That set his Self apart.

'I understand this paradox
Of spirit in solidity,
Yet how can One's desire have
Such force to spite their Wisdom?'

'My Nomad, you would benefit
From all that I could say,
Letting words become the tapestry,
The image of the view.

In words, though, you will find no depth,
And no reality.
You must experience the truth;

Let it unfold before you now....'

The shadow of his guide begins
To sharpen and reflect the light.
He stares, amazed to see a smiling
Face now look upon him.

Instantly, in waves, Desire
Crashes through his Mind and Heart.
Dissolving his attention
And the silence in his Soul.

A glimpse of Hearts' delight permits
A lifetimes love to take her,
As an unexpected Wisdom shines
And gentle smiles emerge.

The moment passes suddenly;
She turns and shakes her head,
With troubled eyes withdrawing
Into shadow once again.


'My Nomad....

Please,
Know that what transpired here
Seems painted by our Fate....

Yet we must say goodbye now on this hill
And you must walk alone.

My path directs me back to Sea
And you, Nomad, must find a greater
Strength within to cleanse your Mind;
Still more, to see beyond.'

'My Guide,
What fate seeks now to torment us?
I have no strength but what you bring.
What of Desire when tempered with Love,
A Love that allows us to grow?'

Her eyes glow through the space between,
And soothe his blind desire
To abandon his direction
For the circles of the heart.

She says,
'Breathe sweet Angel.
Grasp the air with lungs devoid of fear,
And take heed of that which plunges you
To blackened depths of sight.

Though so warm am I to feel you near,
Our energies aligned,
It is not for us to feel so free
To leave these paths behind.'

'Then take me, Guide, to the border of worlds,
Where twilight eternally graces the Sky.
I perceive now the landscape in all of its splendour,
But nothing my Mind could construct as a road.'

Silence

Exhaling breath between the beats
He softens in her smile.

'Then please honour this last question, dear,
And draw peace to my Mind.

'Will I roam once more the ether beach,
And bathe in Wisdom Sea?'

'Wanderer, you are born of these waves.
You've never left, and never will.'


TRANSCENDENCE

Joy is to sorrow as birth is to death,
Mountain to valley, as crest is to trough.

This journey repeats in turn, in turn,
At once, in a day, in a lifetime complete.
No more Desires of Mind and Heart;
The grace of the Truth is enough.

And so he steps forward in the motion of pain,
Knowing that he steps from a moment of smiles
To another of torment and lonely dreams,
And again to renewal and hope.

All is one in cycles and waves,
The bud, to flower, to fruit, to seed.

Eternal motion....

He knows that nothing will remain.

He walks the path, eyes open to change.

*

A path towards the mountains
And his energies ignite.
The moment brings the blissfulness,
As thoughts begin to fade.

He glides towards a goal unknown,
His soul is hypnotised
By rhythms underneith his feet,
And firmness in his stride.

He sees the mountains rising near
And falling in the distance
The sunlight bathes his eyes and skin....

He breathes in wonder.

'I am at the beginning,

The footprint behind seems the lifetime ago.'

And slowly, lest the thoughts dissolve,
He hones his mind to work.
The breadth of land and pale sky
Are his to penetrate.

*

Mountains pass in hand with days,
The land, his strength, now desolate.

'Oh Inspiration, tenuous gift,
So solid in Mind, but shaken when
Residing in the thirsting orb
Of Hearts' untamed desire.'

The sun descends, now masked by stone.
He shivers in the shadow
Of a peak thrust high above the range
That holds the sky aloft.

A line is drawn before him, straight,
Ascending to the summit;
No breadth, a pale thread of mist,
It beckons him to rise.

Vision clouds as tensions flare,
The fear is turning to be faced.
In all he sees before him stands
The hardship of the climb.

'Here I stand, no strength to rise,
No path to take me back.
A sense of Will is all I hold
To force my weathered Soul to move.

'Do I not deserve some ease at least,
To temper the burden that Fate has instilled,
But who is here to hear my pleas
But for this edifice?'

The darkness of the night surrounds
Him as he gives himself to fear.

'No,
Rise, and rise again beyond
The barriers of the Mind.
Nothing lost now but the thoughts
That flounder in their wake.'

Waves of passion crashing through
His mind in consequence
Of the Will to journey through the pain
Despite the path ahead.


DEATH

Upon the throne of Heavens' keep
The shrouded arch of mornings gate
Now stirs the scents of nothingness
With streams of consciousness.

Softly fading,
The stars reflect
On his eyes, upon the horizon of night.

His Mind is weaving a thousand threads,
Uncoiled from slumber they writhe and waken.

His soul, shackled heavy in the bonds of his flesh,
Spins restless at the threshold of Mind.

The passage of time he feels no more.

And gravity does not touch him here.

Premises of light and form
Become for him transparent.
The matrix of the patterned sky
Is open to him now.

One

Spread into the tapestry,

Aligned to the gentle hymns that sound
The end of darkness breathing.

Blessed
He cherishes the crystal dew,

So delicate....

A new day dawns.

*

The sunrise lines the mountains far
And waves of warmth caress the trees.
Lifting him up to the sky
To heights of splendour bathed in gold.

Spiralling, as he ascends
He sees the light borne thread of mist
Descend the peak towards a distant,
Swathe of blue on misty shore.

The way is clear to him at last;
The crossing of the Wisdom Sea.

Collecting breath, and focussing,
His Soul enfolds into his flesh.

No time to linger, looking at
The place where he must be,

He must away, to be there.


BIRTH

His Mind is spread across two worlds,
Developing holistic views;
A Soul perceiving unity
Through different lines of sight.

Wings of shade grow stronger,
Flying further in between the folds
As limbs, weighed down by gravity,
Relax under the strain.

The soft of nothingness, he feels,

The pristine grace of emptiness....

The pale road continues over
Grassy hills, beside a stream
Meandering through forests, fields
Towards the distant sounds of waves.

*


A gashing swathe of bitumen
Lays, menacing, across his path.
The thread is torn apart by streams
Of screaming cars upon the road.

The sound of civilization roars
And storms into his Mind.

Hastening, he ventures now
To cross the road and leave the sounds
Too painful for the silence
That pervades his subtle Mind.

At last the wind is touched with salt
And sand blows light across his skin.
The Summer sun is glistening
Upon the blue beyond.

*

The mystic line attracts him through
A village, sheltered in the trees and,
Wandering, he mingles with
A gathering of souls.

Tender is the feeling grown
Of being in their presence.
Their movements, calm and beautiful,
So grounded with the Earth.

A sensitive humanity
Exists within their lives, so far
Beyond the bludgeoned life of bricks
He left so long ago.

They see the colours in all that there is,
And dance to the rhythmic waves that flow
From a Love that resides in the unity
Of kindred wanderers.

*

Music, in celebration, on the
Grass that leads down to the sand.
He is humbled, after long alone,
By the energy that flows.

The raptured throng of hearts unite
Round rings of fire and dragon breaths,
Guitars with drummers dreaming beats
Away out to the sea.

The stepping-stoned vibrations keep
His body in ecstatic flux.
Leading Heart with primal skill
To newfound depths of being.

*

Exquisite beauty wrests his Mind,
A fair girl, old as he, in song.
Streams of bliss sail freely
From her heart into the world.

She approaches, smiles;

'Warm greetings, Soul, from Heart to Heart,
To joy that wakens in us all.

Come,
To dance into the Real
And through the space between.'

Her eyes....

Within them Wisdom shines
More ancient than her years.

The realization burns;

It is She, reborn.

Her smile glitters, speaking the moment
As time stills to hold the wonder....

Her incarnation has given no blinding,
Meshed with a body already of age.
Her Mind remains unchanged, and yet
Her Heart is naked, innocent.

*

'Wanderer!'

She laughs between the flow of tears.

'Your journey has, as mine, been long
But here we stand now, born anew.
So cherished is the coming of
This moment in my Heart....'

No words are there for him to speak,
His tears convey the welling of
Emotions that arise and spin
And crash and spiral through his Heart.

She leads him down towards the beach
As twilight softly paints the sky.
With whispered words his Mind awakes,
To set his thoughts to questioning.

'My Guide,
What brings you solidity?
Was it choice that gave you this body full grown,
Or the hand of some inspired God
That sculpted this wondrous shell on your soul?'

Soft red blushes from an infant esteem.

'You perceive me, my Nomad, through wistful eyes,
And project a perfection upon my Soul.
Though I swim as one with Wisdom Sea,
My lessons do continue.

The question you posed on the hill as we parted;
What of desire when tempered with Love,
Became for me the focus of
This briefly spent rebirth.

'Despite the gift of Sentience
Grown vast throughout my lives,
A shard of restless hope remained
For Love personified.

The desire that was felt when you
Perceived my spirit on the hill,
Grew crystals of a yearning
Deep within my sheltered heart.

Yet, rather than destroying threads
Of Wisdom, our desire fused with
Love between two kindred Souls
That lit the patterned sky.

This Love created unity
Of strength and majesty between
The worlds, and so the Goddess smiles
And brings this happiness.'

Touching hands, she whispers:

'The Soul draws close, in these times of renewal,
To the energy that it finds it needs,
And in this, my new visitation,
I was drawn to be with you.

'Time is given now, Nomad,
Within this brief existence,
To feel simple, blissful love for you,
Within a Heart content.'

'Oh Angel, but I fear....'

'My Nomad,
Guide me now in equal measure....

For all that I have aided you
In sunlight and in mist,
You have shown me the importance
Of emotive sentience.'

'Oh Guide, so long the Conscience in me,
The fleeting emotions that drench my soul
Could never hold this truth you seek
Within their turbulence.'

Lifetimes have I spent, Nomad
Pursuing Love in the highest realms,
But I yearn for the feeling of living naked
Before I knew it was right to be clothed.'

'Do you hold this path now false my Guide?'

'No, my dear, the path now grows
To move beyond the Mind alone.
Emotions felt and understood,
But not the sweet sensation.

'Oh Guide, are we so destined to fold
Such irony over our weary brows?
How hard have I struggled against these desires,
To purify the Mind.

In the cyclic distraction and listless squander
The allure of pleasure blinds the soul,
Yet you speak of a passage to higher realms,
Through a pleasure born of wisdom?

This union between, then, let us seek.'

'Fate and Love do honour me.
But know this, Nomad, when we touch
This life for me will be at end.'

'Come, my Guide, these words do fail
When passion rises physical.'

They spin, absorbed, entwining Souls
And dance down to the golden sand,
They spiral through the joyful
Celebration on the beach.

With hearts filled with the touch of Grace
They dance until the stars awake.

The touch
And the shiver
They breathe as one,
Entranced in senses blazing.

Unravelling the sacred threads
That lay deep in her veins.

They are one,
No body to conceive.

The heights of bliss dissolve the veils
Of light around them, to reveal
The crystals underneath her skin
Which now begin to fade.

A smile of peace and harmony
Across her beaming face.
A kiss, a deep embrace
And then she turns towards the Sea.

She wades into the waves and says
To him, before she dives,

'Find your way, my Noble Love....'

AWARENESS

The veils flutter, rising,
As he looks out over Wisdom Sea.

A vastness in four dimensions
Where ocean meets the sand;
The sky above, the sea beyond,
The earth below, the soul within.

Summation of the path rests here;
The tasks accrued, and Wisdom learned
Become for him the buoyancy
To swim beyond the worldly veil.

'I am Spirit, my Centre is here,
I bring only the light of experience.
I leave all else upon the beach,
For, these, I never have owned.'

*

Silence.

The gate is seen
Through shadows underneith the waves.

He senses deep each orb of air
Shooting fast across his skin,
Refracting atoms in his flesh,
And sending them to spin.

He listens to the hissing of
A billion droplets breaking up
The sloping beach and feels the force
That sets his soul to undulate.

Thistled spears run through his veins
And scattered hues of fire
In the tender flesh between his eyes
Burn bright as it dissolves.

The echoes of the waves resound
Inside his Mind now quivering
And, shaking loose the bonds of Thought,
He dives into the Sea.


TRANSCENDENCE

In purity, he swims with ease,
Gliding in the tides that flow
Across the breadth of Wisdom Sea,
Towards the Ether beach.

The powder sand shifts fluidly
Beneath his weightlessness
As he moves towards the grove of trees
To learn his Destiny.

Once again, caressing limbs
Of grace, he grasps the Centre Tree.
Relaxing into its embrace,
He feels himself absorbed.

His guide, within the trees, observes
A single crystal surfacing,
The last of his Souls' barricades,
The deepest of them all.

The Tree begins to loosen him,
To send him to rebirth.

His Guide glides out behind him,
And with arms around the graceful bough
Embraces him against the Tree,
To hold him to the moment.


DEATH

The crystalline despair he carries
Rises in his chest,
As she presses him more tenderly
Into the Centre Tree.

He frets now, feels the restlessness
In Body and in Mind.
He is caught between the anguish
And the Love that blankets him.

He flounders, and is swept into
The chasms in his heart.
She whispers to him,'Breathe Sweetheart,
The moment has arrived.'

'Trace back your premise, and turn it about.
Is what you feel the effect or the cause?'

'All of the Knowledge I hold of this pain
Came from glancing behind as I ran.

But I feel a lifetimes' quest for Knowledge
Grows this crystal deep.

It is torture for a Soul to climb
Into the Knowledge Tree, only to
Fall back down to bitterness
When branches start to fade.'

'Oh Nomad, so divided, yet
So close to unity.
The illusion of your premise weighs
So heavy on your soul.

'Knowledge is a mirror, cracked,
Reflecting on a world made of
Untruthful definitions
Rendered truthful in the Sun.

Take nothing for Truth outside of Awareness;
Everything else defines the lie.
Your pain is not the Illusion itself,
But its desperate maintenance.'

'Yet, what will there be left of me,
If Knowledge is dissolved?'

'That which drives the hands, Nomad,
That which drives the Heart.
That which is behind the Mind,
That which is Aware.'

*

Wells of fire, spinning through
His undulating Soul,
Each bursting in succession
In a thunderous quaking flare.

Tremors flow, the crystal breaks....

Ripples sweep across the skin
In rings of shining tears.
A dormant joy awakens
As the Tree absorbs his pure Soul.

His Guide, in thankfulness, withdraws
Into the grove encircling.
The Tree becomes transparent,
To reveal his ecstacy.

Embraced within Divinity,
He has, at last, come home....

The grove becomes transparent now,
Revealing spirits of the trees.
Encircling, they sway, entranced,
To rhythms of the Sea.

'Welcome, child of the in-between,
To the heart of the Isle of Constance,
You honour us as we honour you,
In gentle stances of the Mind.'

His guide speaks with them as she sits
Amid, in meditation,
Bound with them through harmony
Of Minds engaged as One.

She is heedless to his loving gaze
But delicately smiles.

'We invite you, Soul, to listen, learn,
And sing with us in praise,
The words that speak the History
Of the Universe you see.'

Silence

Oneness

The beginning of All

No voice to speak of existence

Before space

Before time

Pure energy

Pure stasis

Infinite vibration

And then

The beginning of Movement

Mind

Mind compresses

Creating Mass

Mass spins

Gravity forms

Creating movement

Resulting in Mind

Mind and Solid are created as one

Together they then

By their nature

Divide

Mind creates a barrier

Eternal One in separation

Solid yields to the focus of Thought

Thought bows to gravity

Thought is limited only by Solid

Solid is determined by Thought

Compressing

Absorbing

The dialectic spawned from a single division

The cause to focus

Identify

Define

The Living

The fusion of Solid and Mind

Entrusted with Wisdom to bridge the Divide

Without division there is no Thought

Without Thought there is no Solidity

Without this there is no Movement

Without Movement there is no Time

Without Time there is

Silence

'Wanderer,
The world is dependent
On what our Wisdom perceives.'

What do you perceive?'

'Dear spirits, a centredness is perceived
By that which Awareness relates to as I.'

'Distinguish now, objectively,
The strata of Awareness.'

'A bond is clearly formed between
My Heart, my Mind and Soul,
From a Love found deep in emptiness,
From colours in the grey.'

'How does this bond perceive the All?'

'The All is existence in one vibration,
Its frequencies manifest all that there is.
Its Harmony is the one true aim
Of human endeavour; to Love.'

'Wanderer, you are prepared
To join us in the Mysteries.
The History, for Mind, is spoken,
Now, for Soul, the rituals.

The spirits, still encircled, turn
Their focus to the Sea.
In song, they place their insights on
The waves that rise to them.

The Sea expands, absorbing these
New threads, and he is drawn to sing
His own tales of the Wisdom found
Upon the road that carried him.

'Imbue your tales with honesty,
And speak them righteously,
For they will be as currents
In the deep of Wisdom Sea.

The Truths we place upon the waves
Inspire her, the Author,
To continue her endeavour
To bring harmony to All.'

He breathes....

His song flows fluidly over the Isle
And over Sea that rises and rises and
Spins a new thread in the tapestries
That weave the patterned sky.

Inhalation,

Sentience,

He centres,

He transcends.

Exhalation,

Sings his songs

With true integrity.

He is All.

All is he.


BIRTH

Awaken in a world complete,

Horizons fade with gentle breath,

The depth of that beyond his eyes
Made clear by his Transcendence.

He sees, through Sun, through waves of Sea,
Within the threads of Tapestry,
The patterns of the Noble work
He weaves into Existence.

No more to consider but Peace, Love
And Harmony for All.

*


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