Beyond the horizon of my perception
thoughts transcend to form
stellar dust that sits
on the galactic centre of my psyche
scribbling the script of my being.

Webs of galaxies
dance to the rhythmic beat of a mystic drummer
escorting me to a prismatic awareness
that flows through the soul,
and I become an enigma
buried in the code of my genesis.

At the crossroads of eternity
I transfigure into the mystic drummer,
wafting to the shores of serenity
on the wings of the Orphic rhythm
of the divine drum beat.

In the mystery of its soul
Light holds a soulful secret.

When darkness casts its conceit over the horizon
in monochrome shades of melancholy,
it resurrects as a Firebird
in golden silhouettes of flame,
illuminating the warped convictions of a
perverted darkness.

Light once knocked
at the stony tomb of your conscience
calling out your name.
But you feigned, refused to leave
the comforts of a pretended ignorance!

You didn’t realise you’re my thoughts
incarnated in charming colours of a conundrum!

How long will I call out your name
before you allow the light of my resurrection
to shred the shroud of a deathly pretence?

Hurricane is insane!
Sailing on a black wave of deception,
it's quagmire of lies
**** me into the vortex of its absurdities,
make a mockery of my sensibilities.

But, in the heart of its insanity
the hurricane nurses a sanctuary of sensibility.

Is it a mirage to lure me deeper into its deceptions, who knows!

With its parched dreams,
beneath the zizzing sands,
the river waits for a surging swell
to take it to the labyrinths of a
new consciousness.

You choose your own course
when you crash into the
chasms of meaninglessness.

You hibernate to the still zone
trancing between words
when words fail to contain you.

As you flow through me,
you become the sacrarium
in the labyrinths of my consciousness
for me to diffuse in your soul’s stillness.

Thin thoughts
become breezy spectres
drifting through my consciousness
in search of an identity.

Clad in God's light they come,
clad in dark deceit they come,
in many forms they come,
different hues they assume;
they journey through my consciousness
to create my identity.

Through the void of a vacuum
they navigate,
create different realities of my soul.
They belong to different worlds
and no worlds at all.

My thoughts are gypsies;
they're on a marvellous journey
to the heart of a divine mystery!