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Weary travelers...
we
continue on
to this...
a relentless journey
to faraway lands...
crash diving
into the conscious chain reaction of life
tossed mercilessly
by waves of events
which dwarf
anything ever seen...
breaking upon shores as in a dream
we are proud...
to have riden the waves to
sailed directly into the haze,
and returned
sure, somehow we will be endowed
with the presence of the grand prize
knowing,
you can't win them ...all...
so we'll try, try again.
how, looking
into horizons beyond
first, began giving insight...
into cloud formations, promising rain
living waters, drifting past...
passed through countless travelling cycles
before returning, with changing tides
human energies coming and going in phases
as the favored... climbing yet another wall
triumphant heroes, in histories savored
...as written in raindrops...
living in mud huts next to puddles...
we live in communities sharing the danger
as those same raindrops falling gently
descend... kissing the surface
feeding the water of the pond
falling directly from a source
crash dive... onto a new course
as if with purpose... creative intensity...
the ripples an imprint ...as greater things align
falling into a quiet pool... frozen, in time
as whispers of currents are fed...
yellow flashing lights stop...
turned on, solid...
RED
Just as the summer storms return
angry clouds, crying overhead
filling the skies
continuing...
to accumulate,
water droplets
spill from their tiny craters
onto new grounds...
to overfill
one pool
as it
...becomes extended
over, into another
as each, rung
on the ladder
in turn...
connected
to the next
pushing forward
to the next
at an even increasing pace
...as its onward flows
push-pulled, by gravity and a stronger bond
than an oceanic dream,
The CREATOR
has provided,
complete
with mighty Whales
which feed upon tiny krill...
while... bathed in the beauty
of the sunlit stream
mirrored in the waters
looking fresh and clean
once barren,
now teeming with life
underneath cloud formations
curtains which dress the skies,
as waves of creative consciousness,
find expression in tides
which forever ebb and rise
...in the spirit
of loving memories
as our emotions call to our souls
...in an echo chamber
of sighs
as evident
by the songs
of our spirit...
wing beats
momentarily, aware...
as we grow ever nearer
to an image, becoming clearer
knowing the end of days, comes
whereby, our consciousness
will become
ONE...
and
the life, we once knew
will gently vanish
back
into the haze
...of something greater
when we will...
Rise...
RIDE
the golden chariot
to the stars
Now, on...
to our destiny...
release the frustrations...
and let it all
...ride
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discovering
whereby, at last we'll see...
a glimpse behind the curtain
of the seven veils of spirituality
as principalities struggle
and the destinies
of empires
and let
alternating truths
find end of life stories
of untold numbers of youths,
sailors called to general quarters
rigging for a crash dive
of no return...
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