Being led to the threshold of my mind
I cannot yet fathom the depths of this revelation
Magestical movements sing unheard melodies
...
To seize the colors and grasp them tight
And mold your destiny as it takes flight
To amazing summits and beyond
...
On death and dying
On life and living
Allow yourself to be more forgiving
...
On cold grey mountain - cold grey stone
Winter gales
Upon which I was born
Eloquent words cast to the winds
...
Rejoice not in your gods withered and forsaken
the mystic greys of winter your forests overtaken
In mournful shades devoid of light
I, of the beholder take delight
...
If I could for one momentum
Share with you my inner sanctum
It truly is a sacred place, filled with marvels
...
To live to lie awake
For just a morsel of alabaster cake
As she sheds her frosting on a silver lake
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A Fig Newton Of My Imagination
Being led to the threshold of my mind
I cannot yet fathom the depths of this revelation
Magestical movements sing unheard melodies
to love, wisdom, and knowledge
A celestial voice, a distant echo beckons me
Embrace the solitude that is offered
The wilderness that you wander while half asleep
is made desolate by the weight of your thoughts
Your long dormant desires and yearnings rest silently
in your heart and grieves the loss of innocence
Upon grey mountains lies harden soil and rock
from which you may sow your weeds of anguish
Abandon the disintegrating relics that sheltered your mortal body
to the unobservable mysteries
Unsheathe and discard that which would silence your enemies
and thus impede your soul's journey to joyous summits
In this, your sojourn to reclaim your naked seasons
cast off your hungers, your thirsts, your lusts
Walk firmly to your conclusion and relinquish that which
no longer serves the premise which placed you
in this realm of existence
Rejoice in the darkness
for it is merely awaiting the brilliance
of the light within you
Linger not for a moment as the spasms of life
spring you forth
in torrents of fullness and the dawning of new experiences