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Rivers and Flame
- Rivers and Flame -
Across sandy shores and crystalline seas,
I see the ripples and countless reflections.
Within those I behold all the facets of me,
And I understand all spiritual connections.
The waters lap upon the shore so gentle…
Like the caresses of a lover long forgotten.
In that moment I feel strangely sentimental,
And I think of all that love hath begotten…
From dawn to dusk, beginnings unto ends!
The sea is eternal, and all that I am is too.
I know the source that, all gnosis, sends…
As mine eyes art anointed, in visions true.
How many rivers flow from those waters?
A river for every heart, flowing so strong!
Rivers for my many sons and daughters…
That we may bask beneath a perfect sun!
Unto some Elysian vastness, so heavenly,
The music of the rivers continues forever.
To chart them, is to understand destiny…
Which is bound in ways none may sever.
Not with chains, but with silken ribbons,
That we may wear, as adornments fine…
In beauty may be bound all that is living.
Bound heart to heart and thence to time!
Not all time leads only to death and loss,
Sometimes to glory we art worthily sent.
We canst win it for ourselves, for a cost,
Each soul’s price is its’ own to be spent.
I have paid mine, and arose to so dwell,
In greater blessedness than I had known.
A flaming eagle rising from fires of Hell…
Brilliant as the sun when first it so shone!
My light is reflected in the waters sweet,
And like unto that is how we do ascend.
Beyond sandy shores to paradise meet,
For such power is ours to so command.
Across sandy shores and crystalline seas,
I see the ripples and countless reflections.
Within those I behold all the facets of me,
And I understand all spiritual connections.
The waters lap upon the shore so gentle…
Like the caresses of a lover long forgotten.
In that moment I feel strangely sentimental,
And I think of all that love hath begotten…
From dawn to dusk, beginnings unto ends!
The sea is eternal, and all that I am is too.
I know the source that, all gnosis, sends…
As mine eyes art anointed, in visions true.
How many rivers flow from those waters?
A river for every heart, flowing so strong!
Rivers for my many sons and daughters…
That we may bask beneath a perfect sun!
Unto some Elysian vastness, so heavenly,
The music of the rivers continues forever.
To chart them, is to understand destiny…
Which is bound in ways none may sever.
Not with chains, but with silken ribbons,
That we may wear, as adornments fine…
In beauty may be bound all that is living.
Bound heart to heart and thence to time!
Not all time leads only to death and loss,
Sometimes to glory we art worthily sent.
We canst win it for ourselves, for a cost,
Each soul’s price is its’ own to be spent.
I have paid mine, and arose to so dwell,
In greater blessedness than I had known.
A flaming eagle rising from fires of Hell…
Brilliant as the sun when first it so shone!
My light is reflected in the waters sweet,
And like unto that is how we do ascend.
Beyond sandy shores to paradise meet,
For such power is ours to so command.
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