© Azure 1996

The vibrational aum begins rather slow
Increasing in power, as above so below
I stepped on a roach and crushed it
He was too dead to fly away
As I left the temple I heard him say
"I'm coming back as a sheik".

A little color, but not too much flare
Added to salt and pepper hair
Surrounded in lavender aura
Much too long to work at Disney
I refuse to fight in the mundane war
But I will add to the populative births
I am far too meek (but mortal).

The Goddess awaits a perfumed caress
I have photographs of the helpless
Brian (bless him) being my favorite
He is gone, but he returns now and then
As it was in the beginning, so shall it be again
In a circle of stones, in the name of Zen
Just last night it happened at ten
I am incredibly weak.

Help me, I am caught in my own web of sin
The will of others has left me dim
I crushed a leaf one day and felt guilty
Because it was harmful and vengeful
My rational mind became three dimensional
Although it was not intentional
In a vision I saw the branch break.

The sound has now ceased to be heard
I've become void of the spoken word
Paranoia stricken deep cut wounds
The silence is golden as the silver moon glows
The pace quickens, the response slows
If I turned a wrong corner, no one knows
Fake the smile, strike the pose
The remorse, the pain, it never shows
I can relate to mandrake's shriek.

The brothers I love are at opposite ends
They don't have the sight but they call themselves friends
The family I chose is all dressed in black
I walk this lit path, and I won't go back
Mysteries deep begin to unravel
I feel perfect trust and love as I travel
As the dark night begins to lighten for me
I will find what I seek.
So Mote It Be!