I stare into the night,
Billions of souls in flight;
A sea, the stars - a storm.
I meditate on a light,
I bleed -
Uncongealed, the inner sight.
A seed, a dream - born.
Somewhere amidst illumination.
In a prism of flames, a guiding torch.
I followed a firefly of grace and comport.
Awakening, scorched by provocation,
An unparalleled force.
I become a sundry beacon, that sets alight the course.
Under the gazing sun
The unwanted signs we shun,
Yet need, we cry - torn.
Amidst the herd we run,
Or arrogant - undone.
The time? it flees - stillborn.
The giving of dead ground, lost destination.
A prison of games, that puts limits on all things.
A false idea as old as queens and kings.
Dictated reality, a blight of imagination.
Past 'n present form not a ring,
But a streak of fuel - ignite, racing, exploding - beginning.