Rotation is Optional*
What makes up the Dance of the Spin?
Whence to forth have came of This from?
What happened to have Spun
such a Spiral to arise
~ Entwined ~
of such likes as this kind?
From the Void of Shadows,
~ unspeakable Bliss ~
what only Knows of this depth's Abyss?
I decline,
this current paradigm
make to rumble
thus impending Rise
would grow beneath
to tremble the ground
of outgrown belief.
I weep in prayer
on bended knee
before the alter of
the quaking Core.
If not the many visions before,
mine have eyes once forseen.
Then from the Sacred Secret
it's Truths have been.
When the Wings of the Mother
are rightfully addressed,
our tears will flow
bring heave to our chest.
It is then, will we contend
of what such Powers
we provoke & offend.
Then do we enter
without Vision in Center,
the Dance of the Spin?
For surely we fall Dizzy
Heavy our State...
Flux will Flash
if not with the Flow
that throes asunder
now thrash and grow,
stronger than this
only One we all know.
With Hope we pray
for what we sow
but She is all that's left to Go...
Of what I speak I dare not Know
Repost of my very first poem on HP
This poem references Egyptian Mythology and Spiral of Life.