Methodology of mind,hidden in the rhyme.
When sounds are outside time and by quiet i abide;
the image isn’t strained,
the beauty isn’t strange.
Seeking answers tied to questions,
learn the lesson, we’re all blessed then.
Streams of knowledge move like dancers,
pure romance in heavens trance. Sure
guided by no path, just steps followed like prayer.
Alone unto one self, the vision comes in layers
peeling back a truth that’s hidden from the eyes
revealed the devils face, it comes as no surprise.
That wisdom is the goal, of knowledge unobtained.
Slurred by silver tongues, obscured, hidden in plain.
What once was thought as holy, now trademarked for insane.
The search seeking within, the view outside the frame;
where conscious runs among us, where life is free of pain,
unlimited in power, freed from greedy reign,
untroubled by tomorrow, living on a plane.
Crystallising concepts, fractalised in order
while moments freeze when breath is squeezed
from chaos living matter.
But for now that world is shattered
and the holy man is ragged.
Coming in degrees til we live among the trees
hope not lost just shedding frost.
There’s time to free the mind
but we mustn’t lose the line
connecting past to future, encircling the now.
One love we’ll live forver
but only if we’re clever,