Following through
majestics
in winter
we found the
masculine
was a
provider

the giver of all creation
a generating force
behind all that
is matter

find this understanding
some glimpse of insight
a foundational grasp
at a higher
truth

for in the masculine
is the giver,
provider,
and source of
energy

combust as a turbine
this inner absorption
of ten
thousand
suns

What was the reason they said
a choice was made
with assuredness
though this revelation
casts a new shadow
upon all
the land

reveal this essence
some truth unknown
an explorer who's
awakened
into absolute light
though this place
of transcendence
wasn't peaceful

betrothed to doubt,
the brave one
who ventured forth
into this unknown
convinced by
intuition
to take this
crimson pill

a desperate struggle
a clarity of the cage
awakened into
a cell
of the most complex
and dangerous
prison

this entity, this animal
the lion that devours
and wants your energy,
your mind
and soul
with no sparing
of any fragment
of your being

awaken, and reveal
a reality designed
to consume,
your light,
this sacred
and delicate
essence
that must
be
kept
alive

To accept your calling,
a delicate decision
of the most
difficult
in nature

your soul has no voice,
it cannot speak
only delicate nudges
towards something
more

an intuition of a thousand
languages,
though her guidance
is seldom  
sought

find this elegance,
this draw towards
death,
face the pit
and the fears
within it

take the sword,
my dear son
the weapon
of your
purpose

step into the unknown,
and trust the silent
whispers
go farther,
and fear not

enlighten,
enliven,
awaken

rise, and rise again
listen to her call,
her delicate
yet all powerful
force

trust and accept,
your destiny,
all that you are

meet your potential
and listen not
to the world
and even if you fall,
you will know that  
-in the end-
you gave it your all

Fundamental
base-layer
of direct contact
with the
substance

fallen again,
upon this surface
where there is
no lower

a familiar friend,
the messenger
of pain
though his presence
is neutral

his only message is this,
"get back up, or stay here"

reflecting upon the past,
ah this ladder of heights
upon it,
your two legs
stood

so my friend,
will you stand and climb again,
or will you dwell here
amongst all the others?

To worship the beauty
and all that's good
splendor
of delicate
electricity
and wonders
of sparkling
oceans

depths of constant
survey
and vibrations
of the higher,
for all this
that consciousness
of the
fruitful

ascend into new
plains
where the
metaphysical
is all there is
a beautiful understanding
and embracing
of your control
over reality

bring forth your new era,
one of abundance
and success
let this grace guide you
a delicate bridle
of truth

There's simplicity
in the animal
a precious essence
of purity

overly complicated
minds of
a billion
neurons
we, the evolved
obscure the
harmony
not only
externally
but within

fundamental joy
and innocence
we've fallen away
from

remember the sacred,
the child-like

keep it with you,
this remembrance
of the truest feeling

I listened to the Rasta,
the Monk
and the Buddha
I listen to Christ
and all his Angel's
I listen to the voice
of the Anima,
her glistening beauty

The elemental wisdom of the Natives,
I hear
and those from the past,
settlers,
the sailors
the children

To the teachers,
of materialist
literature

I listen to the music,
the air
and the trees

The gentle whispers of the creek,
and a blaring car alarm

Voices are plenty, and the only truth
is all
all of them, and all as one
some simple reality
behind the veil
of the many