12-16-2005, 02:35 PM
The Cycle of Many Lives
Inkling down a yard of time
And filtered through pinpricked space
A wave and a particle
In the folds of shifting thought
That now moves into corporeal cages
The light of glowing eyes
Burning the mists of illusion
Outreaching to faces that turn away
To the deceitful horizontal landscape
Hiding from the ladder of experience
A world of turning possibilities
Reduced to improbable chances
Holding on to collective monotony
Stagnating, woven threads of minds
In a magnetised reality
Fewer consciously changed lives
So a family of realists
Condemned by ridicule,
Yet in defiance of ignorance,
Are returning to a pure spring source
Colliding between the barriers
Parameters broken to coloured dust
An archetypal blueprint quakes
Disturbed from inherited slumber
And awakens a spark of truth
Winding up narrow paths
Moved by the intensity of focus
For transmuting the chaos to calm
Mirroring in reflected images
The holograms of both sides
Connecting the strand-filled web
That lifts beyond the silt of eons
Flying on a mindful creation
And responsible for owning acceptance
In space-timeless wholeness
