Entering again this forest
Ancient chill filling the dawn
While just beneath the surface
Bubbling heat rages on
Child of endless wonder
Smothered by deception and pain
Sucking in warm putrid water
Misery strikes once again
Mumbling softly in the dim
Alone in the rising new smell
Welcome to the loss of your sanity
Nearing the rusted gates of hell
mild breezes over the rising land
imperceptibly find the falling plain
feeling the mildest soothing wind
releasing a bit of the ancient pain
oracle’s touch from a faraway place
vibrating colors fill the soul’s mind
electrically charged ripples unseen
wonderful feeling, embrace of divine
Ancient wisdom finds a place
In the beat of a primitive drum
Dawning of the fire’s heartbeat
From the mouth of the volcano
Taste the searing white heat
Foam from the passionate place
Rocking and moving and moaning
Wake to the reality of the drum
Sing the ancient chants of the heart
Release the lost knowledge of the beat
Melding in the oneness of the song
Drummer drums a familiar rhythm
Sacred moment of depth is born
In the merging of holy mindful bodies
Twisting and flowing as the wind blows
Dive into the perfection of the moment
Screamer screams as the dreamer dreams
Hear the beautiful sound of ecstasy rising
Taste the writhing sweetness of anticipation
Die a silent death as the eternal bliss arrives
Drifting down the wide and slow stream
Sun departed from a warm, bright day
Fireflies accompany on the graceful trip
Reflection of the moon showing the way
Close the eyes and look to the silence
Darkness pervades every new thought
Ancient terrors of time long forgotten
Fighting battles that needn’t be fought
Sins and transgressions of mind arrive
Deadly visions sparked by the fear
Pridefully taking the peace of the ride
Quickly losing all that’s held clear
Faithfully trusting the stream of all love
Jealousy and envy are quickly dissolved
Gluttony and greed have no home in peace
Wrath loses strength where grace is involved
Continue the ride down the stream of real life
Sloth is no more when we choose to take the oar
Lust is forgotten in a moment of true love
Enjoy the calm journey, now and evermore
obscured by the weather
windows, fogged, dim the view
remembering the scene
bright, hopeful thoughts of you
dream through the night
eyes opened in the storm
longing for return
of old days, safe and warm
begging for the grace
heal this weary soul
longing for forgiveness
return to ancient whole
confusion settles in
ever-present friend
prepare for coming blizzard
watchful ’til the end
remembering the moments
when life was plain and blue
doubt and insecurity
painful to review
outside the storm begins
inside storm gains strength
measured life of growth
by breadth and width and length
early memories fill the scene
child of a quiet abode
nowhere to express the soul
to sing the heart’s great ode
to touch, to hug, to feel, to be
rarely known in this dim life
trudging onward drearily
joy unknown, but also strife
sought and found the shallow cures
to keep the heart from feeling real
pushed emotions deep within
as feelings grew, so too, did zeal
walked alone, while in a crowd
darkened room and darkened mind
deeper into evil’s trap
look with fervor, yet never find
to the line and then beyond
raucous mind, losing sound
insanity freed, bound in chains
seeking quiet, chaos found
lost it all to find the truth
to feel, connect, to be, to live
loving creation’s perfect child
release the self and choose to give
outside the winds are gaining strength
but, inside, all is safe and warm
journey of a lifetime lived
remembered in a perfect storm
