Somewhere in time.....
A dream unfolded...
It was just a supreme manifestation
That makes time feel so captive
For we cannot ever know when..
For it is only now that I have dreamt of you
I dream awakened, asleep, in the morrow
For it is then that I have kissed you in bareness
It is then that a darkness swallows me whole...
For when I dream, I make a song,
Of a fabric whose weft only an artisan can capture
For it's only a song that a night bird can sing
And it's only a nightingale that will romance me
And draw me into a spider's web
That you, my beloved, may not be able to extricate yourself from.
Come, then let's walk on the clouds,
On the winds that carry us into a warp of time
Into a shimmering cloud of purple haze
That brings you into me
With a dream full of promise
Of plucked ripe nectarines that you sink your very teeth into..
For it's a folly that no one has loved before
For to love is to die a million deaths and come back
With a tear, a smile, a shattered heart,
And a raw bleeding wound that time will
Let's not talk about this pain that we call love,
Written by many into sheaths of time....
Come then, come into the folds of my womb.
A womb that holds your promise, a lifeline, a pulsating heart.
Come walk with me into the twilight zone,
Where even the angels fear to tread...
And bear with me your lovechild.
A child that will be Me.....
A child that at all times will bear
The pain and the joy that I have held...
I am so entwined in a love that may not be
Of our love that existed somewhere across the weft of time, space,
Thrown into a chasm of eternity stretched across the horizon
Of infinitesimal yawning oblivion.
A being that belongs neither here nor there
Which consists of neither water, nor earth, nor stars, nor fire, nor sand
Why then does that being shine from me?
A being that creates the very cosmos that just sprang out of nowhere,
For who is to explain this?
This that we call Life.
And how do we explain that which is borne of just seed,
And springs into a pulsating man that can just enter my abode
What then is my house, my hearth, my home that I live in...
Just another symbolic metaphor of life,
For is this what we all seek?
A hearth that we can call our own?
But yet, we exist to get out of this very suffering that we call pain, joy,
So free me my beloved, from the silvery ropes that shackle me
And throw me into the wilderness that we call Death
For it is there that I attain Nirvana...
In death I become one,
Yours to keep and to hold, And in Living form
I become a slave to destiny....to time, and to you
And in that form, I am captive in your love
It is then that Nirvana can be sought...
For when we seek to bear child,
When we seek to drown ourselves into captive love,
When we seek to capture in love,
We stay shackled in ropes that some name Destiny....
For when will the bird be free, unless it is not asked to fly the coop?
When it leaves home and hearth?
When it throws itself into a yawning chasm of eternal light?
It is only thus that we establish faith,
When we have seen that our freedom is not harnessed onto myriad rainbows,
But is instead set free and sent into the Universal Light,
Which we would then call Death.
But it is not 'that' Death that we seek, it is Life, it is being alive even in
And so our cyclic patterns set into motion, many, many wheels of time.
And carve into stone...