Strand of Time

(collab of Shaman and Prophet)


I
I look blindly into the eyes of a toppled King
Whose eyes were forged deep within the Cyclops' Caves
Words foretell of the second coming of this Once and Future King;
Let us breathe this sacrament of holy smoke, from His breath on high,
Connecting us through the ethereal breath of otherworldly oneness
Delight in the warmth of a ritual glow,
Pray within the secure grasp of the protector, mescalito.

Insight from knowledge gains clarity and peace.
Seeds of power plants are carried on the wind,
While a whisper of Wakan-Tanka warns,
"Beware of the third enemy, clarity!"
Know that what we perceive affects what we believe, and how we can weave

Jasper eyes engage the wandering hero from space unseen,
But recoil at the sight of Smoke, his ally.
Truth guides the seeker through the Forest of Nicene,
To the Alter of Earth, Wind and Sky.

The best Kings are not just heroes of gold and glory,
but are rather sages, purveyors of wisdom,
who work to guide humanity to its fullest potential,
through trust and belief in one's fellow man;
the reign of Empires of greedy bandits is over!
Land is not a resource for man --
She is our mother, our Grandmother, the Earth!

Disciples of Gaia seek thrones of serenity beneath the All
And those fortuitous souls who assuage the coils of war
Become men of knowledge and shed their earth-worn silks
A cyclical strand of time is born and Karmic Justice reigns

Goddesses of love and wisdom spin threads of spider webs across The Path;
As humans are caught, trapped, and woven into cocoons,
they metamorph and transform!
Break free and fly towards the truth of changes.




II
The lessons of time diminish sequent barriers,
Under jinx and tether, fallacies cast rarities,
That jubilant gods embrace with planar thoughts,
Toward celestial proliferation, abound the fey.

Spiritual lightening is issued forth from on high,
Causing blind gods to see, yet again;
This illumination brings, out of the mists,
Heaven on Earth,
Through the blessed realm of the Elves.

Gather the words of the Wizard,
Find solace, fear not the unknown
Eclipse change from alchemic exchange
And dwell in the Realm of Light

We balance the thin line, between Justice & Mercy.
Sliver strands, of pure energy, tug mortal souls, to & fro,
While secret specters & spirits pull strings, like puppet Masters,
Manipulating free will & influencing the flow of fate.

Who must decide the spiritual law of our time?
Not tricksters, nor judges,
But benevolent sages!
Prophets of hope, legend and myth.
The Way of the Higher Truths adorn their being.

There is a war in Heaven,
between the Darkness & the Light
The greater realm affects our own
Dreamscape warriors make ready to travel through the wormhole,
Embarking upon a sacred shamanic journey
to Unveil the Light & balance the scales.

Foretell the End, like blisters upon your feet.
Remember well the verse.
Tomorrow is a new day for beginnings;
So, rest in delicate slumber, Apprentice.
Lead acceptance to banish fear,
And awaken your unreality.