deep low hum, tickle my senses
progression of space, sounded within soul
forgotten places in time, come together to join
a grander theme for all, for freedom from pain
holy hour, sacred sacrament of self
light as the wind, without anxiety or grief
balanced between, the earth and the sky
where cool water flows, within the depths of your mind
deep low hum, follows me home
radical sacred self, and abundance of love.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Form and Faith
Focus bends around the truth
the light of perception
so clear, so pure
Holy, holy is the hour
sacred, sacred
burn, the fire
Hold, be hold the smoke, the pyre
within the stack of
wood, the fire
Focus taken in with sand
forms opinions, makes a man
Course and path inter twine
come together, hold intwine
together, together, a part
of the whole,
the group the merchant's cart
More than life, less than death
truth and light
unfed by jaded, epitaph.
the light of perception
so clear, so pure
Holy, holy is the hour
sacred, sacred
burn, the fire
Hold, be hold the smoke, the pyre
within the stack of
wood, the fire
Focus taken in with sand
forms opinions, makes a man
Course and path inter twine
come together, hold intwine
together, together, a part
of the whole,
the group the merchant's cart
More than life, less than death
truth and light
unfed by jaded, epitaph.
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