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The Old part II…

I wrote this poem while I was living in India. I created it through first writing a list of words that jumped up to me and then I put them together to create this.

In a life sense… threats kiss thoughts with a magic touch of devotion,
shadows kill dreams and the stars cut fantasy into oblivion.
The true sun face is fearsome when the moon forgets the faithful.
The day is the mother servant and the night cuts and destroys the heart with pain and unknown.
In a life sense,
and day and night,
we become the sun and the moon,
illuminated bleeders of divinity
and the drinkers of the chalice of time.
To all end in a subtle prayer that transforms the destined virtuous ones universal.

When tear floods die tempests are born,
joys are tempted,
love becomes eternal,
knowledge is harmed,
death becomes the season of mists,
but most of all heavens are refined.

What is the soul in its absence?
But the spirit in thunder,
and God in element.
Then a whisper of fears
and a breath of innocence becomes forever pure control.
Paradise becomes hope in the nothingness
and equality is a cry of freedom.
Cold pain becomes doom
and patience the womb of season,
beauty the blood of the ancient
and the planets the war of the blade.
The darkness expands with the mighty vines of light that beat the millennial mind.
For hell to be empty
and the power of blessing to become the spheres of nature to melt the extraordinary winter,
father companion,
and to all end in the deepest thunder of the un-deserved.
Then the light shines.