With the paragraph of rhythm,
This is spoken with precision,
This is tokens of decision.
Clearer comes the thinking,
All this clarity is linking,
In the choice that’s somewhat pivotal,
We are heading to the principle.
The principle is singular,
The third eye slowly opens,
Causing massive bursts of intuition,
Slowly, deeply comes fruition.
Dissolving all digression,
Of the subject which is changing,
Of the ego growing weaker,
And the capturing of spirit.
And the quality of concepts,
As they spring forth from the chasms,
And the truth is born from spasms.
Decoration of the poems,
That are bounding in the ether,
Revelation of the notions,
Now disguise them as prediction.
Listen to this, listen to this,
Ask this question, ask this question,
What picturesque is slowly shaping,
With the inhale exhalation?
Here is the gift of presentation,
Of allegorical equation,
It is fabled, it is legend,
It is myth in mead fermented.
In a drunken state of passion,
Drunk on prolix word-elixir,
Here we are now, here we are now,
In this fine-tuned endless moment.
Now keeping with this concept,
Shall we look a little deeper?
Looking at the present moment,
With everything in motion,
It’s a constant transformation,
Now here’s the complication,
When everything’s vibration.
The solid dense hard matter,
Is creating an illusion,
Make your mind like flowing water,
And you’ll see pass the confusion.
I feel it in my chest now,
And I feel it in my heart,
Pure as light this information,
Coming from all creation.
Now if this seems a little muddled,
And the data’s far from clear,
I have just one suggestion,
Which is halt your calculations.
Let us take the scenic route now,
It takes a little longer,
Due to dancing in the stanzas,
More suggestive, less corrupted.
It is less about the concept,
And more about feeling,
Like a lost one timid grieving,
And the purposeful believing.
I hope you get my meaning,
And the meaning full of lessons,
If you’re looking with your logic,
They will all remain elusive.