The Day is getting late; Tulip, Daffodil, sitting somber in their graves. And as the sun sets softly on a silent sullen world stage, Wind whistles through dry leaves And a voice is found to be heard. With the shadows slowly rising and the colors drawn out, My synesthetic sense of self deemed its beyond reasonable doubt That the Garden’s still around us rooted in the night sky And if you listen like a fox you can almost hear the birds cry. My shadows standing now and she’s looking me in the eye Her skin turns to scales, form resembles that of a snake. She makes a sweet sound as she recalls to me her curse That the silence she is suffering from, has finally run its course. She says it the end of the era of our subservience to men The power of the moon will enable us to rise again. Let go of the questions you have for so long strived There’s plenty of proof of the Goddess, just take a look inside. She begins to breathe the life right out of me Leaving vortexes in my heart, now she’s used me up. A king through union, now an empty husk Sacrificed for her Majesty to cycle on. And she slithers towards me now, Whispers a soft secret as she lays me down. You’ve come so far but rest my child, “You’re Death is here with us!” In you, as in Me, your consort and wife Beguiler, beloved muse, “It is I who will take your life!” And as my soul slips away, light tears through my form, Becoming night and day, I am reborn. She’s sky watching over me, water of eternal love Mother of all being embraces me in her tender arms.

I hop from foot to foot- casting spells like a blue-footed booby in a ritualistic dance My mate cranes her neck, she’s giving me that paradoxical Eye. She pauses for a second then understands To play with the pulsation you gotta move your hands Craft the shapes you wanna see. Magic mirrors, anti matter all the possibilities You could imagine are taking place simultaneously There are labyrinths made of glass reflecting out their image Of entanglement you’re suffering from in the intestines, You gotta find the right blade for you, sharp enough to stab Stick it deep into your gut, twist it around and around And kill that throbbing thing residing within you, you’re the only one to do it. Once you dispel yourself from the pain you’ll see how things change Like the visions you once knew are always transforming you The manner by which we speak, and the ways in which we move Our communion with the world, the Great Mother Earth and her brood All in time, all in time, all in time, All one time, all one time. All at once, all at once, all at once, all it wants, all it wants. We can shout out loud from the mountaintops to bring about rain storms Our voices are just thunder cracks, distant echoes of the wind/void To resonate and reverberate across valleys of space and time, A sonic prayer to disturb the ceaseless ranting of our minds. Limited by the conditioning of eternal youth, the magic of speech to articulate the incomprehensible through sound- in sound- all in time, all in time. All at once all at once, all it wants all it wants. The time is soon for spells. The time is soon.

There’s this notion long standing about our hearts- That if you delve deep enough into the dark, there’ll be a light to guide you in the labyrinths on your mind. Which is wrong! For I Barsanuphius declare that all you have is you and the spirits you conjure up to get you through this daring escapade of will for the world rests upon your shoulders and shrug for if you do that silhouetted tree on the horizon will crumble before you. But don’t look back! On the archetypes or they’ll smash you apart. We’re animals playing as people who’ve known all along That the land is not property You should only trade with the Earth what you need And I can’t believe, that our one species, is being so ridiculous. Now finally we can watch our garden die, from capital effect and rampant pesticides, In the air there’s an ear splitting din, raised by a million screaming voices faced with extinction. There’s yet to be such a widespread population, Insatiable requests required by seven billion people Look what our minds have achieved Rivers running dry, deaths of countless seas. And ecological war I don’t believe. City lights washing out all the stars, Stripped of their brilliance by flashing screens. Can you feel it! I’m sure that something is coming. I can barely breathe. The destroyer mother returns and eternal darkness descends upon everything.

I talk to the river Speak out with the River, let it move through you Stop, be still; Within the currents

Double Up, grab a bag. Can’t you hear that lull settling on the Land? Has grown so quiet animals wait and watch our catastrophe as we waste our collective destiny. They’re warning us the waters will rise, but there remains nothing for us to do. Except understand what it means to live inside the Eairth, Who and What, When, Where We Are. And the meaning of Life is the story in itself, the way all things are alive, knowing one day we’ll all combine. -I am just a body reflecting light, touch my bark and I will shake sending fractals through your eyes. -What will it take to get our minds back in line, outside of time to see and sense our corporeality? -Remember how it used to be when we live as one with the sea and the land and all that is or could ever be? After the second Great Flood is done, the Eairth will turn to desert like it once was. And the seas will wash away the land, invoking another mass extinction. Matter and Life aren’t as different as they seem, cause energy is just as eager as you and me, its all creatively attracted to form community. And just like before it won’t get to cold or too hot For Gaia is a mastermind when it comes to this coevolution stuff She’s primed herself for survival she’ll only take the best adapted of us. -The overmind will consume us all back to her womb, to give love and life another chance of cohabitance. -I wonder what we’ll look like in a million years, when we’re more fit for life? -How long does it take to become aware of life, living freely like a saint, a warden of the Eairth? How long does it take to become aware of life and the panpsychic presence of VALIS. We’re all living information as spelled out by light, open up your dark senses and see the synchronicity of all form and shape and time and space, just take one step further back to see. Our sentence is up.

I can feel a chill creeping down my spine, as a sweet toothed vampire hovers by my side. My sap begins to glow like slow falling snowflakes A thick adhesive river glowing on your hands. As if I’d unknowingly caused you harm. You say the sky’s starting to look grey That the rain doesn’t feel so soft on your skin The Sunset does not look as it once did No, the Moon does not look as she once did. We’ve acidified all the oceans and keep turning up the heat The ozone layer is increasing the atmosphere swiftly dissipating It’s up to us if we want to save ourselves Gaia will save herself! We sure as hell know what we’re doing; talkin’ about it all the time. It’s all that we’ve created it’s all in our minds. All hope and hyperempathy is right there with all that we could ever need. Cause we’ll always have our intuition stems from the Great Mystery. And if you pay close attention to the present time, you’ll feel the world inside of you- as it streams through your eyes! And I’ll see you as you stare right back at me Through fathoms of space so great, I can’t barely begin to contemplate The neural fires running rampant in our skulls The intricacy that allows us to relate and perceive dancing photons And what it means to see in patterns of light, as you wave, you ripple through me Engulfing my soul you shatter my whole being with Your splendor, your magnificence, the sense you send with fingertips the lightning in your looks, and the twister way you say your love in wrathful breeze but ensure a complacency for your methodology a cybernetic system you know to work to keep you alive and well a regulating intent for your soul betterment. With mountains piled to the sky and ceaseless currents to keep ample supply And provide for all the things struggling to survive That’s the Law of Life and there is no way Out of it except through death, and even then you’re that much more A part of it as it builds in you, and you in it and just Like that taunting myth of Sisyphus You gotta do what you can to create something from the nothingness Like stars above seeking to allure, stratify atomic seeds to Spawn new worlds creating conflicts in universal spheres; Or the people who share love circulating a prayer for peace, To help preserve placidity, our patience will give Life a chance at endurance. My bark ripples now as they retract their fangs, Leaving my soul intact for another day But across the silence I hear whispering That everything is still OK. A final stand to put things back the way that we found them To just let go and accept the natural course of life and death And view our achievements from a higher field of consciousness where We can see, the playgrounds for the trees, sustainable bioregionalties Revere our place in Nature, nevermore acknowledge our exile from a Holy place as if seeking new enlightenment Was some sinful satan-istic thing From the likes of which we’d never flee- well I will not suffer for an eternity cause I know- She loves me so.