The Planets Align and I Journey Deeply Inwardly Stoned, Exalted and One With Myself
Scattered and Sickled
When the creation of the Cosmos,
Disconnected from Universal Bliss,
Let goes of the thread of unity of this Universal consciousness,
the creation falls into a forever darkening abyss.
We are scattered as if sickled constellations in this mess.
In the world of the monkey,
Strangers to one another, And even to ourselves.
Bind with fervent haste again,
These scattered and sickled constellations of our consciousness.
Free the Universe from the fake splendor of false idols and idolaters,
Revitalize the immortal law of our everlasting love.
Unravel the tapestry of the mystery within Your Oneness
And take flight, as would a dove.
Beautiful. I love your name too. I was just thinking about a Terrance McKenna quote today when I was in my garden:
"Animals are something invented by plants to move seeds around. An extremely yang solution to a peculiar problem which they faced."
"We are scattered as if sickled constellations in this mess.
These scattered and sickled constellations of our consciousness."
Awesome work...
I'm glad you like it! That makes me very happy. Thank you.
The first two tags are already poetry :)
I like your creativity, great poem and painting