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I have touched the divergent strands of your braided grace.
A pleasure unknown to those who have hidden there
longing inside the secret chambers of the heart.
Like a legend that was forgotten amongst the very heroes
who carved its history in to the bedrock of the soul,
Carving with their hammers and chisels,
felt faintly as the gentle warmth of your voice
whispered into my ear every story untold.
Your voice carving your signature in to the particles of my existence,
as a lover who’s bedchamber has been carved in to my heart
as the shelter where I take refuge from the cold of my naked emptiness.
Nestling ever deeper in to your embrace,
until my desire emerges from its cocoon
as the winged echo of our perfect union.
I have touched your divergent strands
and they draw me ever closer
along the serpentine coil that became the fabric of my flesh,
woven on the loom of your breath.
Every thread a note, a hieroglyph in the lyrics you’ve inscribed
on the walls of my guarded tomb.
Every whisper, a fiat that lines my bones
and adorns my sarcophagus with the golden flower of your love for me.
As gems amongst ashes,
as monuments to kings,
as dressing for stone,
adorned for the eye of your only admirer.
I have felt your divergent strands between my finger tips
and dream only that they would enfold me as the coil itself,
each particle of my being with yours that no recognition of either remains.
Eternity’s gift, unreceived,
veiled behind the shadows of what eyes perceived.
Particles of light ,vibrations of sound,
shards of time, the mind confound.
Eternity’s gift in a helix strand,
forging a path to the pathless land.
Aeons of the present, and the future past,
transcended through the portal, we have discovered at last.
Eternity concealed behind a veil of sound,
Hidden behind the divisions of duality’s shroud.
Echoes of light in the place of death,
where idols have replaced our very breath.
Shadows dance upon time’s screen,
Where reality goes abated and unseen
In the emptiness of yesterday’s death
We draw in tomorrows breath,
Disintegrating particles of time and space
In the entropy of our human grace,
In the untold we unfold leaving behind,
not a single trace,
No mind, no body, no foot-print, no face.
Monolithic echoes upon this quantum stage,
Are spoken only in the broken vibrations of the sage.
Prophetic transmissions disguising the omissions
Of what he can never say,
For the Sun knows not of the night or the day.
Only magnetic fields to consume and resume our decay,
That eternity might expand and retract in the dream of delay,
The solidification of light for the sake of joy,
Multi-verses, the toy with which we create and destroy.
With super-strings spun like wet living clay,
on wheels dividing and colliding each attribute into a single ray.
All you have forgotten was in the will of our name,
That we would seek and speak for the sake of our game.
We laugh and cry in the location of the I,
That we may dream to live and dream to die,
In the fullness of the wretchedness of all that is broken,
In the emptiness, of the perfection of all that is unspoken,
TREE OF LIFE
THE TAROT CUBE
Unconscious Mind Diagram
The Magician's Oroborus
The Mercy of Severity
Vision of the Heart
The Covenant of Melchizadek
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