"He who dies before he dies, does not die when he dies"
-Abraham of Santa Clara
Take hold
If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we fall through
Take hold
If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we
Take hold
If we fall before we fall, we do not fall
Take hold
If we fall before we fall, we do
There are forces at work here beyond
This Realm of Self in which we reside
A call to consciousness with no response
Another view from that vanquished other side
May this healing crisis
Unmask the faceless
All those who occupied my peripheries
(Fever Builds)
Silent flakes of snow bite your tongue
Until their angles and hardlines grow soft
Atomic winter, a drifting dormant sun
Boundaries and bridges all a blur
Your life spans, my disconnected dots
(Fever Breaks)
May this healing crisis
Make known the nameless
Who colonized my soul
When the other side took hold
Hiding in a healer's
Sacred heart, the worst disease-
Caverns of atria
Black holes of empathy
Where pale and distant
Shapes made of shadow speak
Forms in a feedback loop
Of abandoned memory...
Allied in our open wounds
We bleed venom and wild flowers bloom
They give way
To the side-winding vine
To the brambles of time
Love's first creation was loss
Red-shifted horizon looms
Echo chamber of self-imposed solitude
Ma** and weight fall away
My true nature escapes
What was boundless now stands consumed
Refiner's Fire
Ancestral Flame
MAKER OF LIGHT
Radial Voices
Recursive Planes
Engaging only this moment
While the patterns erase
Mandalic sand
BATHED IN BLOODLINES
A desperate plea to stay present
In the ember's embrace
Non-attachment retreats
In a pillar of steam
Another mantra in splinters
At the Maker's feet
Precepts deconstructed
Focus, going astray
I refuse to Burn
Falling Forward
Through fevered visions
Silence devouring its own tail
Unbroken circle
Grant us the crisis needed to heal
Through fevered visions
Silence devouring its own tail
Unbroken circle
Grant us the crisis needed to heal