Reasoning shows you in musical stories
That hearing you are seeing in Spirit much more.
Deep in the depths of our Soul we must glean
From the illusion our dreams.
Sleep to let go of the worldly sensations,
Reach out to find all the new generations.
Know all the elements, revel in nature;
Know how that minor key could not be greater.
So, blew the wind
And they sailed through the distance.
Become with your mind.
“Meek”, He said, “the World is thine,”
Speaking seasons into “Time”,
Said the words to form each part.
“Energy” created art.
He gave my self a golden key
Upon it fixed were rubies three.
I raised it to my lips to kiss
Then thanked the One and swallowed it.
The key was safely in my centre;
Through the doorway I did enter,
Past the guardian of the threshold;
Quetzalcoatl’s face was threefold.
Later in the night I wakened –
Half an owl and half a wizard –
Stood before my sleeping station.
Dawn brought hope; a sweet sensation.
Free at last, we dared to open
Wide the way to dew-lit flowers,
Where we walked as soul survivors
Through the sun-kissed April showers.