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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

 

 

C2

 

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...

 

 

 

C2