Fasting first
then ritual
and the
mushroom
burst forth
and spoke
through me
in a voice
saturated
with a little
cosmic giggle.
It's message
short,
"I am the
creature of
the depths
come to say:
Life's a game
death's a game
it's all a game,
so play."

Shrouded in this mystical darkness
The tenderness of fog a good company
The winter silence reinventing its language
The inception of tears suspended
How wonderful to love everything as it is
Like trees love the patience of earth

From the leaden sky
descends a dark winged lady —
Black sunbeams dawning.

Reddened night replies
and locks her blackened aerie —
Hunter’s moon is rising.

Morning herald cries
to summon sunburst faeries —
Sparks rise a-flaming.

May there be a secret portal ,
old heartbeat of the earth ,
Dreamt Cupid stolen in his
sleep ,
by Darkness unobserved .
☆
Coincidentia
oppositorum ,
Storm Angel and Wild Beast ,
Union of the Devouring Snake
and Lovers of the Chemical Feast .
☆
When time has come full circle
and the tempest calls to
fly ,
we will meet in golden sunset ,
where our hearts are three ,
six , nine .

In that golden hour
when memories fall
like photographs from
some upturned valise ,
☆
Covered in esoteric symbols
like the record of some
bizarre travelogue through
magic , time and space .
☆
Faces shimmer in the
cool night air .
Those ghostly lanterns
then disappear in a
mist ,
☆
While forty-two saints read their lives .
The Knave , a Sleeping Princess
and the King of Hearts ,
all gone now and
dust stops their mouths .
☆
But in another century
blazing with the fire of
a thousand suns ,
then giants walked the earth
and made all time their own .
☆
Though now , as I sit here
in this solitary room
marked by time's passage
and the romance of decay ,
☆
They seem to live still ,
more vibrant and bejewelled
than the phantoms of daylight
and their prisons of the mind .
☆
In dreams they speak to me
in foreign tongues
and in curious manner , like angels
they confound my understanding .
☆
In daytime they leave messages
and strange symbols ,
in numbers and
words that are not there .
☆
The Moon is shining bright .
Their voices sing in the wind .
Everything is just a story
and all of it is real .

Eternity shivered ,
trembling at heaven's
radiant golden portal .
☆
Countless crystalline
moments of time
dance , vibrate ecstatic .
☆
Physical objects ,
now less distinct ,
fade to grey simulation .
☆
Gloriously only a
shining path remains ,
Surrender, Devotion and
Pneuma .

Soft cool sensual shadows
play over the almost
silent stream ,
as languidly it ripples
over pebbles and mossy rock .
☆
Now and then , moonlight
catching little diamonds
of shimmering light
danced in our lover's eyes .
☆
The stately willow tree was
a cathedral of luscious green vine ,
swaying gently and communing
with the flying things of the night .
☆
On the bank near that whispering tree ,
we kneel together, not touching
both gazing into the
cool clear mirror of the
stream .
☆
Then , at once , we are on
an old wooden bridge .
Vast plains of vibrant sound
stretch beyond imagination
to Infinity .
☆
A gentle breeze moves brightly
coloured flags
over far off golden pavilions .
There is sunshine ,
but it is cool and sweet .
☆
You smile
as we float above the bridge ,
drifting in the magic scented
air .

On a sacred mount of olives
where they mirror each their hearts ,
In a meadow of wild flowers
where their love can never
part .
☆
The dreaming of the Logos
and spirits secure their way ,
While strange and mythic creatures
will frighten fear away .
☆
In pure light forever
their souls are intertwined ,
Magician and Priestess ,
there was no-one of their kind .