JOURNEY V

The mind of the senses measures Time,

seconds and minutes raining

hapless syllables and images in a dream,

in a dying world we seek to command.

Could breaths mark Time's course?

Does the air of Earth quaver in harmony

with the asomatous realm

of Origins and Conclusions that births

spirits from nothingness,

that thirsts to know the Light?

My heartbeats claimed the lucid wildness

of a newborn soul, weaving it

into a snare of blood, bone and warmth.

And I must unravel this fabric, scour its

interstices for the elemental pulse 

that hears the unspoken, 

speaks the unheard. Would I discern the 

music that evades me,

the primordial evocation that is

the tremor of the soul's thanksgiving?

Would it remain unfathomable,

mystical, a shadow of the transcendence

my highest being knew?

Voice and thought traverse upon the sage's

layered chanting, imploding 

into a profound inner violet-blue vastness.

The Word of Creation shines,

its soundless urging echoing through fibres

and spaces of my being.

"Dismember your pride, all that enshrouds

your essence. This human journey is

but a feast of illusion, yet, a stepping stone

to elevation through awareness.

Tread my eternal Path to Truth and Beauty,

divesting yourself of selfhood.

Let every falling fragment of your hull chime

your approach toward my abode,

that your kernel may glow with my Light."

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: Fußsohlen eines Apostels
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Artist: Albrecht Dürer