Purple dot focus forehead intoning Om
Lying latent energy constant towards
The throne, Thoughts try their swell,
With what reason? Time is misunderstood,
Betrayal, treason.
Courage braving eyesight led
Three to one, Two Light Pillars
Shed, Gazes upon all wishes
Making birth of all, until death kisses.
Unconditional love surrounds
In each heart, works subtle ground
Clenching onto something,
How could the Cosmos be so loving?
Hope brings offerings, music sounds
To all of those whom, although few,
Do choose their Crown, Adorned
The jewelry of the governing, near
Heart hangs a crystal hovering.
Inside the Cosmic Head abounds
At times not shedding Consciousness
An ounce that could be worth a pound
Salt pours out about the Pulpit
A way aside nature is true judicial writ.
Magnus Opus matches wit, says Guess
What, it’s just not worth it, the great
Work is you you’ve earned it.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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