Submissions by Prophet

On the edge of dreams
And waking sleep

Hoping to remember,
but not counting on lucidity.

Waiting to drift off
and blindly accept
reality for what it is,
illusion, or not,
Dreams or Waking life

Restlessness and hypnotic sleep,
all wrapped into one.
Restlessness in pieces
Pieces of thoughts
resurfacing in the land of dreams

Counting sheep never worked for me
Neither does thinking of Not Thinking
Drifting off is like a reverse meditation.

Not thinking of Nothing,
but allowing random,
stray...

My God, influx of words and thoughts
sparks creation and innovation
in an otherwise exhausted mind
I come to find that there is a story to tell,
Sung by Creation's song, in my heart,
The song of the land,
pulsing quakes to shake
our foundations down to the ground,
and teach us something new.
Give us a clean slate with which we can build again,
a new and better world.
Protect each other, care for each other, love each other
For the end is coming soon.
For some, the end is already here.
Yet with every ending comes new beginnings...

Forward motion,

Magick potion,

My emotions

are worth oceans



A river called time,

Of spirit sublime

Slithering in slime,

Of meter and rhyme



Wanting No-Thing

Seeing Suffering

I'm Thinking Some-thing,

Life comes in full swing



Now and then, not so zen

Have fallen into sin,

Then, again, try to win

In the end, begin again



Child of earth and sky,

Breathing, Being on high,

Weaving a truer lie,
...

Discard The Past, Light up ThePresent, Burn The Future.

Don't Rush it.

No hurries, No worries.

Take it easy, not slow and jumbled,

but calm as still water.

Together, we run deep.

Into caverns, veins of the earth.

Deep within these caves,

with phosphorescent stalagtites

holding on for dear life,

and dripping down a bit further

with the water, growing a drip more.

And we dive deep,

through underground lakes,

enter new caverns, through new portals,

into...