Heavy, delicate, see-through,Incrusted with a miniature labyrinthA fluid map, ever changing.Not one world but many. It knows not yet her matchThe sphere is eternity. It wonders whether this should be a concern at all. Why not simply dance joyfully by itself? Enjoy color and scent the way she does? Let the dance come her way.If…
I must address this energy.I want to consume my love. No way around it, the Self is committed to every bit of color that paints the subject.I suffer because my Eye is entranced, infatuated. I melt into the heat. My energy is volcanic, raw and primeval. It does not understand thought but action and fire.…
It says,”you have found the temple within,A covenant of pure silenceMusic descends as the flowers bloom,and the fragrance envelops the listener. You are in a waking dream state,in the cusp of miracle and the ghostly realms.This is earth…it is earth!Become attuned to the mysteries,and rejoice in the temple within and without.” What announces the vision?…