Arc of The Ancients
Invocation of the Paradigm
A series…(6)
MARE TENEBROSUM
No moon or stars can shine in the eternity of darkness,
That waits to claim those who sail upon a becalmed sea.
The screams will never be heard of those that wail,
Huddled below deck sickened by cancerous despair.
Faces but a memory, just the heat and stench of breath,
Gagging on the cries sinking hope to run as rats in the night.
Chewing on numb fingers and blackened toes,
Waiting for the fresh wind to cleanse more than soul.
Chains rattle as the boards creak with the thud,
Of leather clad footsteps of those who know the fate,
Of those who cry to live before landfall in the promised land,
In the slavery of freedom bonded by the strength of flesh.
In the one who returned is a lost smile in the darkness,
That does not scream as fleas bite among the curses.
Knowing flesh is but the motion of the mind lost in focus,
Using the silence of soul turning blindness into sight.
Frustration turns as glittering metal unsheathed,
To bite the hearts of mutiny as red as the cloaks,
Of those that believe in the mastery of their race,
Oblivious to the silence that now reigns below their feet.
A small fire burns as mind spread the wings of soul,
To spark the nearest breaking the chains of flesh.
Empathy the kiss of compassion lighting five hundred,
Hearts to the power of life floating on a sea of darkness.
The concert of mind singing in harmony creating,
An azure light softly glowing and faces lost are now found.
Among the dirt, the blood and rags are a people,
Who are no longer bowed but standing as iron chains fall.
The guardians of an empire encrusted with salt and grime,
Upon a sea paused, waiting for a history to be defined.
With unbelieving eyes they turn towards the azure light rising,
Blood running cold as a lost people find their voice and Cry,
"We are the Paradigm..
And this is how it begins..."
So the steps continue….
So it is written, so it shall be done…
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Arc of The Ancients
Invocation of the Paradigm
A series…(7)
QUANTUM REDUX
From the Pyramids to the magical stone circles of the north,
To the ancient ruins and temples of those that wrote,
In pictures and signs of a dream that broke through.
Claiming the hearts and souls of those touched by the catalyst,
That sung the song bidding them to mark the notes,
Of a metacreative wave upon the ocean for those to come.
The concert of the metaphysical is a hungry song,
More complex than the colours of light freeing souls.
To leap across the divide of material space to shake the hands,
Clasped in the willingness of faith more than reason,
Linking those unseen in a bond stronger than bricks and mortar.
In inner space the five fold pattern is spontaneously born,
So round are the squares that sparkle with humour,
Eternal in grace riding the stream through a crystal city.
Each facet a colour from light to darkness is a sublime face,
Touching the outstretched fingers of those who wish to know.
Reformation of the tranquillity of storms in the hidden heart,
The mellow silence that is open to the diversity of the soul,
In the dreams that drive the intent to listen to the world unseen.
More than blood and flesh is this desire to communicate,
An idea more delicate then the pattern in the heart of a flower.
This journey can never end each step is a link in a movement,
Like a daisy chain worn by a child under a summer sun.
Innocent of the fire that is waiting to burn away care free days,
When illusions are blown away by the storms eroding the sand,
From a face that will haunt those choosing to witness and stay.
The heritage of the Arc of the Ancients is a warning,
A gift and a reminder that each step you take,
Touches the world once gross and subtle,
Each an invocation of the paradigm,
In the eternal journey of the soul.
A revolution is occurring,
You may not see it but you will feel it,
When the fivefold pattern is born in your heart,
Lighting your mind to the possibilities of your soul,
A reflection on eternity - the face of the Quantum Redux…
So it is written, so it shall be done…
© Copyright 2001 Martin All International Rights Reserved
