Beckon On

March 12, 2012

Long after lamps’ oils dwindle down
The search voices calls out to Profound
Sirens melodies beckon on
 a final truth never found

forged as tools
Vailed mirrors direct The gaze
In vast colors and every way
Except that which is plain

Seeking preceptor
 Kingdoms seduce in whole
Promise lands with crossed fingers
Soon all becomes damned

Towards heaven, passions turn
Every fiber transformed to be in reach
When the fall comes, as it always does
The creation of enemies, externally

No will left to carry on the hunt
A moment arises within the breath
The fourth time destroying ticks
that do not exist 

Long after lamps’ oils dwindle down
The search voices calls out to Profound
Sirens melodies beckon on
 a final truth never found

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2 Responses to “Beckon On”

  1. meredith said

    No words seem appropriate. It’s ….

    Your writing touches me in ways so profound.
    Meredith

  2. woih said

    Thank You Meredith

    Some of the writings on this page are simply ways of putting vast, spacious experiences into words … Which can never fully be done by me.

    But they do point to them

    So yea, words are often inappropriate … But still I try

    Thank you for sharing your experience so honestly

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