The call


Sparks of signals
From another dimension
Filter down our perception
Glimpses of the celestial
Go deep into the flesh
Knotting the wheels
With sharp precision
No logos no teacher
But a shape and a name
Revealing wisdom
 Through reconciliation
The mundane and the sacred
The light and the dark
To whom fuels the aggression
Commanding our projection
Get rid of judgment
Get rid of taste
Delve into the space
Beyond the opposites
Like a treasure just unearthed
It has always been
Preceding the world
As if swept by a rush
Streaming up the spine
Spreading stardust through the crown
Personality dissolves
For a long lost knowing
To burn and fade again
But one now recalls
Forever stirred by perfection
A sense of magic
A lighthouse of trust
For the dark night of the soul
Announced by the principle
The winding down the road
Through the fires ahead


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