Gold leaves, wisdom's currency
Meditation quickens their drift
Scattered fierce and flung far burnished
Bright in streams and dreams
We toss them in sacral fire
Their ashes incense carrying
Our hopes, yield to deeds
As we commit our element
Fire; peering in a soul embarks
On a quest to find its passion
An art adorned by lightning sparks
That make of peace an earth an oath
Hearts as kin in inviolate pact
To cry for love and so I it's love I cried
In fathoms like an ocean pure and wide
That from unchained heart liberal bleed
All hope for all souls to be freed
The innate tongue of the loving tribe
Whose intuitive passion I strive to scribe
Beneath the fulsome crescent moon
A pearl encroached by rubber treads
Yet still her wisdom
Like leaf gold,
Eternal, bold,
Truth can't be clocked and sold
But through time to sages yield
For the planes of magic they have tilled.