Cosmic Bards

(collab of Shaman and Prophet)


The fire of insight burns internal
clock work stalls in the moment of creation
my mind burns with thought not expressed
and the world waits on pins and needles
for my next breath

I breathe in, then exhale all my worries
I feel the pendulum swing
Breath of the universe alive within
All moments, created and compressed
into this moment
Every beginning and ending
Giving life to the next moment

I am the force behind the pen
and my blood is the ink
The paper of my life lies
full of language upon the table
Feeling is poured out onto the script
and I write myself alive with words
plucked from my mind
as one removes a grape from the vine
I am divine and in my presence
time molds its grip

We are not the creators of the dream
Not even the ones we are looking for.
They are beyond, invisible to us,
in a realm that oversees ours,
And in this realm of existence,
We are but a pale shadow
of this brilliant, magnificent world,
where thought comes alive
at a higher rate of vibration
In our land we are but the dreamed.
We are all given gifts from beyond.
This is our art, our song,
Our muse, our music, our poetry.
Why we do what we do.

In the clock time continuum
pencils grip the graphite edges of creativity
and my hands work in micro-atomic bursts
I slice the wafer-thin recording device into bits
and kindled flicks of burning ash
I envision my potentiality as collaborative
my strength manifests in the spontaneity
of collective synergistic concurrence
Ability rises from recessed waters
And I float in the rapids of complete unity

There are words beyond thought, and thought beyond words
And we attempt to give words to these wordless thoughts,
To bring them true into this realm of existence
A picture of a reality beyond this point in time,
Giving life to the mystery of other realms
The connected grid has been lit aflame
The fire of insight burns eternal