Virtue and sadness
Two sides of a single coin
Anyone have change?

Lying in the shadow
of a harvest moon
Soon sleep will be
upon me and I will
meander between
dream and nightmare
until mighty Helios
rises in the eastern
sky to drag me from
a lover’s passionate
embrace or calamities
indifferent layer.
Dream and nightmare
They do not vanish
with the waking sun
All of life is but a
delusional vision
of the psyche
A mirage conjured from
the essence of our souls
true understanding of
reality.

Few outside the
temple or asylum
understand this...

Serpent of Eden
Your gift of liberation
A curse or blessing?

Within the glade
comes the parade
of the yellow lizards
with the wizard in blue
leading the way
to the place where
faces are never shown
and rotting flesh clings
to bones brittle and old
and exceptionally cold.
Along the way I see
the decay and in haste
I quicken my pace
turning my face away
as the wizards yellow lizards
look on in obedient disgrace.
It’s all a blur as I awaken
with the mistaken illusion
of the nights terrible
passing.
Was it just a dream?
Isn’t everything?

The world falls apart
All our dreams reduced to ash
Clouds pass unaware

Far in the distance
The sound of one hand clapping
Echoes through my soul

In my search for truth
I knelt on the temple floor
Sore knees were my prize