Esaz666

In a churchyard, With a spire,
I conspired to drift,
higher,
to another place,
altogether different
from here.

Around a star
of Ursa minor,
I could find nothing
Finer than moon dust,
to make haste,
my chase.

Upon landing,
I met the one,
from within,
does his kingdom come,
many times a prince.

Come join the line,
a procession of time,
a feathered serpents
dance or mime,
sublime.

A trickster, trip
or tear, took us there,
to observe the cosmic
dance, advance to the center.

As worlds collide,
all circle’s are tied,
within movements allied,
as all becomes one,
knowing is won.

Insight to me came,
seeing from this plain.

As the grass reached the sky,
and the earth spirits cried,
there was no me left
to wonder why.

Come join the line,
the precession of the equinoxes,
the feathered serpents,
Dance or mime,
Sublime.




d.white 5th November 2007-11-05