Truth is the distillation of purpose
A little bit of Buddha, Christ, Brahma, Mohammed
Oh the heresy
We are mind and spirit; an alchemist’s play thing
Cosmic synthesis of parts above and below
Kings and Queens
This moment has perfect vision
I am coming into focus
I am sailing among the stars
My heart rises
Third eye blind no more
Visions abound in the garden of ancient play things
Come and play
Sing songs long forgotten
Join laughing friends waiting for you to arrive
The beauty of the cosmic
Seeing the simple Truth within
Fearing no more
Into the fires of creation
The impurities of I must not be allowed
Many things added to the crucible
Joining together in Love
The fire lapping over us
Conscious
Truly I have found the Philosopher’s stone
Never the same
Again