Traveler of the Inner Sky,
nothing higher
is outside of within
no longer to be but human dust
bound to eternities
no longer to be but human dust
bound to eternities
of wandering dreams
and intoxicated thought
that veil of death
that veil of death
unaware of it’s prison-like sleep
or That which moves not –
or That which moves not –
the unchangeable One
immortal awareness
that sees the whirring
of passing worlds
and knows the light
and knows the light
that sacred objects touch not
beauty worthy
of the greatest truth
where the foot no longer
where the foot no longer
leaves a print
as wind-borne hair flows
as wind-borne hair flows
in other realms
astral, emotional, mental,
and Buddhic
planes like branches to the tree within
planes like branches to the tree within
except heavenly planes
too ecstatic to bear
sculpting away all needless things
while whispering always
sculpting away all needless things
while whispering always
eternal joy
AsIDream 