I have known the cycle,
I have perceived the Unmanifest Silence,
that pervades the distant winding scream.
Death, the doorway of the Dream,
my Bride of Sleep,
my Lord of Change.
Wedded is their orchestrated movement,
breathing in Time,
wafting feathers of Being,
laughing in the midst of Space.
Returning, to the Mandala.
(I felt and saw dawns that voiced
songs enthroned within a radiance,)
crimson harmonies,
a Jewelled Snake,
uncoiled in suns Galactic.
Stars cool and serene,
blew winds and shadows.
Ecstasy, plush living meadows,
Trees of Women,
spoke rivers of Living Blood.
There is a place devoid of Substance,
through which electric shadows dance,
in fields of cloudy remembrance,
in images of fading rain.
They have awakened me from my world,
to recall myself fully and become,
the Woman / Child and the Man,
unwavering in procession of forgotten lands,
of Colour musing within Chance,
Spectrum’s kaleidoscopic ray,
youngness unearthed from primordial tomb,
an infant chosen by the day,
to cry out joy, pain, and fear,
to seek out meanings,
will they not cease?
Within vision to the Crown of Lights,
resting orbs of Light and Peace.
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