Druids entering in! Transmission from Source coming fin!
Light, rays, rayon! All these things in the wind!
The tree moves and the pool’s rest!
The water of the lake flows to the ocean, undrest
As nature calls me home, I feel an Oak abode
a steady feeling, a warmth of my Soul
A jolt! A nitrogen blast! What a furry whole!
Jupiter adorns to the scorn at last!
O aye my brother, we are the Spheres
coming undone, unknowing set clear
no fear, feeling of seers, visions dear,
can’t my force of my soul, immovable
yet unstoppable by the current steer
past Albion I have been, a light weir
that the Giants mistook for their own brigadier
as each passing lunar year, Brutus’s cavalier
took hundreds of pioneers from Edward Lear
A mutineer of the solar year, volunteered
to unite all under the Utopian premiere!
Harmonious music touches the sight!
Upright in the Night, in flight, astral sprite!
Egg white, Brahma thread blight, unknowing delight!
What I smite, is the knight, who spurs the Wizards blight,
ultraviolet light, visible sight, it is my own right!
Electrical ignite! Chemicals of time’s might!
Let the Druids fill my void and hollowness RIGHT!
I am now in deep waters, still yet moving,
flowing underneath the current and grooving,
to a mood select upon my own suspect
I am that is, can’t you see you’re not the Elect.
The old Selfish ways long forgotten, Trentish ways mistaken
A tree’s span the circumference of the willows
And the weeping comes through the window!
Of the Otherside, an open poem
That is likely to bring me home!
A feeling abode, locked in the zone
of awareness, understanding, siddhi and scones
multisensory, multidimensional frequencies!
Enlighten the mind to a common decency!
The almond searches for the ground,
to produce a sound from underground
then come forth through many arrays
and shit light upon the folds sway!
Can’t you see that if you grow up
You must also grow down!
And what uproots itself still reaches sky’bound
For a tree, is the knowledge of man
because, it is his pen, his paper, and his hand!
The wand, scepter, iron will!
Comes from the stillness of the chil!
The freezes the tempest, a controlled Nymph
Who sings satirically free like a Glyph
That slides around and portals people to planes
And each persona and identity comes from grains
of sand on sand, dust and ashes
can’t you see, the atom splice is worse than the 40 lashes
You are living, this being is dead, no matter no how, he is continually fed
from a breath of life, a who of what is,
a matter maker making moments tis!
A wizard who rolls across the land
and spells his name in the pineal gland
this Druids I feel, excitement unreal
is within this forcefield of the Dragon’s seal
That has come unscrolled, a temple within!
I am that is all, can’t you see the Druids never sinned
They came to Earth, from Mother Earth
and the wealth of Nature was a ruptural hearth
what I see, is that the danced until the movement swayed
each branch from the wind in a particular way
restless motion moves the movement
as inertia sets in stone the government
who’s temple of High, split in two
Can’t you see Solomon had Duality figured too?
Yet us Druids, we are of, the past, at last
we see within, the making of essence
the time of unveiled manifestation
is in presence, the ultimate confession
of a being, who is unclean, a darkness scheme
that brings forth masculine tendencies
that try to downthrow the tree’s compliancy
to nature of self, self of nature
can’t you see it is your own chemical rapture?
Where the shock of lightning comes in
And thus, us Druids, are now ending this swim.