the cosmic travelers...

we are travelers on a cosmic journey

stardust swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity

life is eternal

we have stopped

for a moment

to encounter

each other

to meet

to love

to share

 

this is a precious moment

 it is a little (parenthesis) in eternity

to oceanus...

For all at last returns to the sea --

to Oceanus, the ocean river,

like the ever-flowing stream of time,

the beginning and the end.

the walk...

 totem walk me soft

take me down that  path
far from sin's own wrath

take me by the hand
lead me through the sands

take me now through time
tell me you are mine

take me by my heart
play me like mozart

totem walk me soft
fly me far aloft  

totem walk
me

soft

what is life?

What is life? 

A frenzy.

What is life?

An illusion, a shadow, a fiction.

And the greatest good is trivial; 

for all life is a dream and all dreams are dreams.

words on my birthday...

i existed from all eternity

and behold i am here -

and i shall exist 

till the end of time

for my being has no end -

they come...

they come
their hearts upon the drum
it is not done

they come from another place
another time

from the dark recesses
of our mind
they speak in voices
still unknown
until our sins we atone
and then the lion upon the throne
the way to life we’ll be shown

they come

to the sea...

For all at last returns to the sea -- 

to Oceanus, the ocean river,

like the everflowing stream of time, 

the beginning and the end.

né fine...

I existed from all eternity 

and, behold, 

I am here; 

and I shall exist 

till the end of time, 

for  

my being

has no end.

from fields of corn...

her pregnant gut she chose to hide
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside


then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn


the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
and prayers alone could not them save

- this is posted at gypsywomanworld but i thought it fit here, as well -

to seek...

now shall you seek so shall you find

the ways of this world do not thee bind

but seek outside and you search in vain
for what you seek does not this world contain

so turn your eyes to the east            
and you shall hear the ancient priests

whose cries do call the flames to feast
upon the dark and evil demon beast            

then turn your path to the west
and your soul quest shall come to rest

for in the setting sun you shall see
there exists that which will be

so pass you through those firey gates
and meet your next life’s own true fate

please don't miss today's other post below

the lionman sits...

the lionman sits in stone-carved wait 
for all the children at his gate

the days are short the time draws near
and peace comes not to those who fear

for it is said that in the end
what it was will just begin

those who were will be again
you could be you or maybe kin

the seers know for what to see
as what they see will come to be

there is no secret to believe
no gods seek thee to deceive

the key to all is given all
to save themselves from the fall

to live now to live again
is simple really it’s all within
 
the ancient kings hold not the key
‘tis your own soul will set you free
 
‘tis you and you alone you see
who will decide to be or not to be

the lionman sits in sun and sand
your lives not his to command

he sits
he waits...

the feeling...

we FEEL

and KNOW that

we are

ETERNAL