The mild orange juxtapositions
Of values weighed
On tender scales of justice
Harmony disseminated
Across dimensions of vibrating motion
Dwells within
The walls of the rotunda of the mansion
Within
As the deathless bloods
Flood the void with their rhythmic presence
A single breath selected from
An eternally resounding heartbeat
Held inside a translucent
white
blossom
bud
That pulses in the God-hand
The strength of the living forces
Regenerate rejuvenate Restore
The creation-energy that propels the life-cycle
That whirls through the concepts of the universe
Generating life-waves that
Propel and direct
The interweavings of soul levels
And intergalactic communions
That rotate and rise
Ever toward the God-head
Triangular and sublime
In its protective corners of wisdom
The radiating heat-energy
That couples with the light to form a grand explosion
Of silent wonder
Awed and mystified.
The scope of understanding stretches before and beyond
In whirls of twirling dance-fingers
Sing with the energy that flows from their tips
Tumbling and spinning
As in a cocoon consciousness
Suspended and caressed in the ideal of the
Ultimate truth
Spanning all potential the cyclical stop-watch existence
Culminates
At the top of a white limestone cliff
Warmed by the closeness and the glow that permeates
The Atmosphere
In triumphs of light-litanies
In the shell-bowl rests a liquid
Of changing textures
In which the planes of communication
Coexist and are perceived
Simultaneously
He who has felt the breath of serenity
A door opening onto infinite kingdoms
The country of the Father has many mountains
And each of the children
Must scale many slopes
And wade through rushing waters
During the time of the wandering.
From the humility of being known
The soul searches
In cathedral-frenzies of doubt and plagues of fear
Not wise in his death-bound knowledge
Simply to stop
And to step within
Where unformed questions self-compose and construct
A divinely-carved path toward Love
Colors
Beyond and before
The imaginings of timeless space
And all voids are engulfed
In winding streams of music
Sifted through purple conscious fingers of purification
Serenely complete
Infinitely whole
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