City Tales

For once upon a time we played out in the city streets,

and with age we learned to appreciate

values of trees.

We had even went paperless and stayed in our homes,

because the forest were hours drives 

away.

We traded in the sounds of birds,

to the chattering machine guns on t.v.

We found ways to capitalize on the masses,

 for sacred knowledge of divinity,

which was free to anyone with 

Ears to Listen.

An Open 

Heart

And here we are now,

 more awake.

And here we are now, 

as clear as we can See.

But the dust on my eyelids weigh heavy,

reaching for the hourglass the sand man wields.

I ponder the universe contained within each grain of sand,

the vastness of its eternal integrity housed init-self.

The infinite, 

The Mysteries,

The Songs,

The People.

sharing the same space in the glass,

 thinking each one is different.

LKCP2KXIII

Vapors of Gods

Once we lay our eyes to rest, the world blossoms insights not seen by sons of man.

And as it seems at times they only listen to voices of God's Scribes of man.

There are those who seek alchemical whispers through eyes outside of ones mind.

But un aware the true reflection resides in the pools of darkness hidden deep within the cosmos...

Seek not and thou shall find, the many treasure gods placed inside...

Coded in language of the birds for in each his own to decode,

Reach out for Akashic vapors...for its very keys you hold.

LKCP2KXIII

Reflection of Duality

Written on pages of thin air...history recorded archived in collective unconscious we roam freely within its pages.
Making use of a full cycle of Sun to Moon, Lunar to Solaris in our modern divisions of this observations we categorize as time.
Till the day we see clearly through eyelids, piercing illusionary visions we bend perceptions of what is "real".
Lost in false matter searching for importance in its state of being, reflections taking first steps out of the glass...
Or were itself a product from the silver gate which side was more real, the reflective material or the glass & gum that binds dimensions as one.
Now both stand before the mirror for the first time a quadrant perspective of its dualistic program revealed...
Question upon questions arise, and the one that lingers how many more reflected will step beyond the gate, will they ever fuse into the same body as one...
Creator,
Or forever endlessly search an eternity outside the self for answers which they have no questions.

LKCP2KXIII