Yellow Brick Road

[Guest guest]

" They " have kept the secrets,

Behind closed doors, curtains and hearts,

In vaults and in words that fall like heavy thuds on silent floors,

Falling as lusty angels who carry the One and only Light.

 

" They " are endless characters and brightly feathered priests and gurus,

Ancient Ones and familiars, above contempt and just below sainthood,

Those who have passed through the eye of a needle, or a hurricane

As it swells in a cosmic ocean of duality, like seagulls and birds we tend to

flock

Together, and once in a while there comes a time when peace descends

As a deafening roar, so painful that only the will to listen remains, else the

straw

Man would break the tin man's heart and love would ooze from the cavity

Where the whole of one's being is justified in one simple profound

Question that begs no answer, and walks quietly out the back door,

So as not to disturb the ritual of how a naked Soul opens and how the breath of

fire

Is the light of nascent presence, the untold great secret

Ever forming and reforming itself in the only time there is to be and to

Have, how man becomes soul breathes life into spirit and spirit flows as the

Dawning of true Humanity.

 

We have come home.

 

 

 

YIL,

Ana

 

7/12/06

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

YIL,

Ana

 

7/12/06