It is unspoken, primeval, arcane--a feeling, an aura resonating from the nether realms of one's spirit.
An unspoiled haven where remnants of divinity still linger.
Where man yet converses with Eternity.
It is rich in color; nurturing in its hues.
It is what binds, traversing all that stand in its path.
It cannot be seen, but it reverberates, pulsating from the inner reaches of the soul, faintly seeping through the orifices of our corporeal shells.
A subtle warmth resounding from our center, turbulent waves, encased in utter stillness--fleeing, fleeting--yearning, pursuing the object of our intention.
You are the sun as it sets,
The moon at its zenith,
Oh i am blind, for it is you i see
Deaf, for it is you i hear,
You are my mystery,
My treasure,
It is you for whom my heart does blossom,
Serenades of wind and water,
Bathing the seeds of my affection,
Tiling the soil of my heart,
Ridding it of all pebble and stone,
My treasure,
it is yours alone.
I walk past a wayfarer,
Her attire soiled by muck and mire,
What distances did she traverse,
Where has she been, does she tire,
Her solemn gaze steals my sight,
There is wisdom in her wrinkled visage,
As she peers on into the night,
Whereto do you travel,
In this darkness with little light
I feared she would not answer,
For strangers often offer their spite,
She betrayed my fear,
And spoke her plight,
I visit the shores of Sirius,
I hear heaven is in the stars,
Lord of Sirius, I pray that it is not far,
I am told it is brought near,
To hearts that love and fear,
Hate the heartless but adore,
Strive to mirror greatness,
And more,
I speak words of a forgotten future,
Of Gabri-eel and Micha-eel
Of Jacob and Isra-eel,
Of Noah and Moses,
Of Prophets of Old,
Would that the fate of humanity unfold,
I am told, it would come in time,
In a world that would sing in sin,
And godlessness their hymn and rhyme,
In a world filled with baseness,
With no limit to their crime,
Let the heaven's withhold their tears,
For clouds of darkness reign upon its sands,
Deserts in the breasts of men,
for the sons of Adam no longer roam its lands,
Only, their flesh, with hearts cold from satan's hands,
Even satan now follows their lead,
The sons of Adam, nay, they are of a different breed,
God save these children, oh how I pity this seed,
That is now all but born, to soar to its Lord,
Now abased by the hands of its own deed,
Oh how we walk arrogantly upon its land ,
That by uncovering function that makes them grand,
God forgive this foolish band,
How it rushes to erase the authors name with his own pen,
But there are no limit to the letters of God,
And no limit to the foolishness of men
So let those who recognize glory ascend
the foolish will only live their lies and pretend,
I pray God forgives me and forgives them in time,
For fate spares no falsehood
and man, will surely plummet to his end
