The 5th Dimensional Thought

How is your day?

The day is saved on earth’s stage,

When the third eye wakes

The path is paved into old age,

Then seen like the dawn breaks.

 

The day is worn over the head of scorn,

When hands raise and lower briefly.

The storm leaves in its stead hearts torn,

Then man is united in tribes chiefly.

 

The day is spread halfway through time,

When reflection echoes from the witless.

The silence is fed to save its mind,

Then the collection is carried by the witness.

 

The day is clothed rent from its loan,

When the right motion grasps all that’s left,

The sky folds in its secret without a moan,

Then what the light has spoken reaches its last jest.

 

The night confides blooming from all sides,

When the seed buds breaking its shell.

The Moon scent of reason looming collides,

When the gardens are opened therein to dwell.

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

austere and formal . . . it is an ambitious work, it almost acts like it wants to introduce something larger

[Moonwind Belmont]

wow...I imagine a cold full moon lit light is some Romania or Wallachia inspired back draft...CHEERS!