Songs to the Mystic Bride


7

I long for the bliss of divine union
the unity that washes my brain in delight
it enters me completely and empties me

of little things that I once fret about –
I lived terrible lonely years without That
gazing into darkness, year after year

If ever I am meant to meet you again
I will so fiercely cling to faith in my heart
I will melt into you, and you will lead me

to the fathomless surrender of personality
there, in world-dissolving prostration
I will heal and learn to see illusion & reality

with eyes of rebirth and hope of wise cycles
I long for the bliss of hungry overmind
satisfied oversoul, transcendent and blazing

free of our little cares, there, i will sing for you
Songs of union, before and after despair.

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“Go Ahead, For they Will Never Grow Older or Change”


6

We watch the galaxies fade
as if growing old was a long time
I shall take a long time, you said

as we loved the years until
they receded like angels-on-the-horizon
It’s majestic to enter and exit this life

they will only grow dimmer, you tell me
of the stars, the way we travel
through the trees, is not unlike the suns

how long does it take to reach
the end of a wave of light?
we watch the galaxies fade

through many eyes, through many minds
but it is all the same, blood still glistens
souls still shine, time the fiction of

centuries seem like a laughably short time
no matter how much you like your machine-side
it’s always been a question of oneness & communication
the youth walk one step further for us all

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Star Climbers


5

My lover gave me green leaves
with the mud of longing on them
her fragrance stuck on the flower stems

where her tender heart once plucked them
she gave me the note of what
the river sang but couldn’t put into words

she gave me fire struck by living bolder
and thoughts, like the flint of ideas
she gave me the taste for progress

in my loins and in my heart
the syllables of hope that when spoken
created lifetimes of universal magic

my lover gave me green leaves
that shine from a golden sun
and promise, she set her eyes on stars

and told me our descendents would one day
climb over to them, and I with empty hands
gave a little gasp of joy, because
I could see it all happen too.

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