remind me of the ocean
waves kissing
the bright blue sky
as the sultry breeze blows by
laughing on the waters
kicking up a spray
dancing on the rocks

as i stand
upon a stone of crystal quartz
a pillar struck
amid the skies and water
on the shores of magi lake
illuminated by
the waxing moon
gaia sighs
and spirits rise
chill upon the winter winds
as clouds appear to thin
orion is there
and sirius glimmering
all red and blue and white and cold
as captain jurgen blasts
recharged stardrive omnicron
time traveller stutters back to black
11 months
and there are chunks of ice everywhere

we drifted outside
eyes irised wide
gazed at velvet hooded sky
with just enough holes
in god’s old blanket
to let a few pinpricks by
back on earth
that name of no origin
the people know they’re special
they circle a star
and drive their cars
and try to save money to die

possibilities:

1.) the sage is insane
2.) the sage was cold
3.) the sage read s/he should do this
4.) there are no books; this is why they are named books
5.) words by their nature are limiting
6.) to build a bigger head over his head
7.) empty
8.) the sage didn’t really burn his books
9.) the books had expired
10.) the sage was a liar who never had books
11.) reads majicks in the aether instead

it appeared that god
was every bit as rough
as s/he was gentle
deep in the forest
animals killed each other
winds knocked down trees
and mushrooms fed upon their spunky remains
that god created it
that god sustains it
the sun and the rain
fall upon the righteous and wicked alike
all are enlightened already
a fragment of awareness
stuffed in a walking meat sack
staggering through a dream

the world wants our money badly
before enlightenment: chop wood, carry water
after enlightenment: chop wood, carry water
the world is old, and dirty

however

practicing love and acceptance
even while enduring a corporate atmosphere
generating mammon to satisfy the beast for the pleasure of subsistence
perhaps supporting others
to lighten their load in this earthly realm
is the best one can do

ultimately

when one travels down that glowing wormhole
past the meditating saints
forsaking the sideshow doors both left and right
sailing straight and true for that stargate bright

when a life is viewed in retrospect
multiverse frozen in its timeless instant
..did we love all, serve all?

that is the greatest prize..

and there are no forms in heaven
this is why they are named forms in heaven