Guest guest Posted December 15, 2004 Report Share Posted December 15, 2004 BEYOND HEAVEN Our sandstorm swept inner desert is limitless; Our hearts, minds and souls are sad and restless, World on world has become just a magic painting , Which of these imaginary dreams is truly ours? On the road, when you find a decapitated head Rolling towards you, into your pure awareness, Enquire from it, about the secrets of it’s heart. >From that, you’ll discover much hidden mystery. So if you wish to learn about esoteric truth How would it be if your ear made itself familiar With the tongues of our melodious songsters? How would it be if your Phoenix soul took flight Wearing the golden collar of King Solomon’s Seal ? What more can I say, write or even contemplate ? It would be too high a state, for a limited being. How to remain quite still when our anguish grows ? As partridge and falcon soar, flying as pals together Into the pure, fresh air of the Himalayan range, Air, condenses from the seventh atmosphere, Where at its peak, ringed Saturn reigns. Aren’t the seven heavens revolving below the empyrean? >From which spring all our boring reincarnations. Where’s the room for aspiration beyond this realm? Our journey is to the fragrant rose garden of Union. So leave this discourse , instead pray and meditate, On the exquisite beauty of the radiant King of Kings. Versified by Alan Jacobs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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