Bora born
Wish you were here _
We fall toward our aspect of becoming
with no past or future, to exist in the
memories of those who've come to know us, passed on
in a legacy of thought bedewed in love.
Myths are reality, our belief systems
illusions of controlled perceived freedoms where
negativity exists to awaken consciousness
from the matrix of stressed immoral matter.
Matter's spell, the illusion of ownership
overlaid ad infinitum by a fall
in grace sanctioned by emotional censured
belief systems imprinted on eden's matter.
Self righteousness a perversion within mind.
The symphony of the spheres choreograph
in dance through the heavens along song lines looped
in light for humans to make sense of it all
Eden's spiraled flight sings of our redemption.
- O -
© 20th june 2018 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
with no past or future, to exist in the
memories of those who've come to know us, passed on
in a legacy of thought bedewed in love.
Myths are reality, our belief systems
illusions of controlled perceived freedoms where
negativity exists to awaken consciousness
from the matrix of stressed immoral matter.
Matter's spell, the illusion of ownership
overlaid ad infinitum by a fall
in grace sanctioned by emotional censured
belief systems imprinted on eden's matter.
Self righteousness a perversion within mind.
The symphony of the spheres choreograph
in dance through the heavens along song lines looped
in light for humans to make sense of it all
Eden's spiraled flight sings of our redemption.
- O -
© 20th june 2018 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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