Art By Norman E. Masters
he came singing the songs that gave us hope he sang of the love an entire age seemed in quest of to give meaning to their living he came singing the dawn he came singing the distances we can travel together never reaching the end of forever he came... singing of heart's home love's land love's hands touching o a sun-singer was he & a weaver of enchanted dreams woven with a wonderment all alit like Indra's net with pearls of ensorcellment come as if of other realms -- realms ascendent -- realms transcendent he sang of potential alternities that could begin to evolve from deep within us expanding the hearts of men he spoke of other-dimensional realities -- spaces he had wandered thru & he would almost transport us there with his dreams that sang like songs in the air |
Art By Norman E. Masters
he said, "feel out the dream & you will know how you, the dweller in the dream, must grow." his eyes had looked long into those spaces beyond the cognizance of mind -- reaching for some unsung song he discovered the secret of the Dream Key uncovered some of eternity's most elusive mysteries it was his destiny to unriddle just a little of the cosmic Meaning by fusing his own being with ThaT he came to reveal the hidden chambers of the heart of the holy he came to unveil the face of the divine manifest into time & flesh making a mesh of our consciousness beginning our union begetting the cosmic communion his mind became a beacon of Light -- a transparent lens letting ThaT radiance shine thru reaching deep into our soul's darkest nights with a life-line love-bright he said: "the presence of love is the eternal essence of the divine still shining -- thru you." he said he was a son of the winsome gods & the divine did seem to have touched his tongue for it was a wonderwayweaving song that he sung he sought the land to plant his seeds to grow them deep & green he uncovered a way into our secret dreams (the deepest ones we dwell in) telling us that if we wanted to live there we must share them |
Light The Magick Reach
Art By Norman E. Masters
he chanted simple chants of time & circumstance that were child-like in their vision -- & limitless in their expanse they made a simple kind of sense that gave us recompense for the pain of living "what is most amazing," he said, "is that the miracles are real; the REAL, itself, is a miracle; you have only to SEE it & feel it to be it." "dreams extend possibility," he said; "dreams are our portals into tomorrow; tomorrow began yesterday & here we are." |