Post by Prophet on Mar 28, 2011 23:44:44 GMT -8
VIBRANT THING
Recapture the sacred web that brought us light,
Compounded with pixy dust and stars of the night.
A previous prophet said, "Don't give up the fight!"
Our goal of peace and love is not far out of sight.
Carefully test the water's edge before you roll the dice.
We mustn't concede our souls for a demon's asking price!
If at first you don't yet succeed, try again, twice or thrice.
A bard of old once told of how good is different than nice.
Search the temple's sanctum for hidden words of rhyme
Be careful that your speed is steady and quickened over time
Although our record’s tarnished, we may yet clean up the grime.
Wish for greatness at the well — Lean over and toss a dime.
Test the water's icy current with your frame of mind,
Be wary that your wishing words aren't lost, or left behind.
We shall take a deep breath, as we begin to unwind,
Then dive head-first into the stream, as is the Grand Design!
The ageless tinker tweaks his window toward a visage revived.
The time has come, we must prepare, for The Great Ones have arrived.
Consciousness, light as air, is the bread on which we’ve thrived.
We’ve long sought wisdom, to see and know; And we have survived.
Howling voices trump the water washed sandstone of time;
Now, our choices take our daughters past the known, in rhyme,
Foresight of diminished kindred resemble thoughts, sublime.
Know, the son of the father shall find the Tree of Life, and climb.
Lightened are our footsteps on the path to a new found Spring!
Our collective voices have spawned the creation of a once Vibrant Thing.
The celestial and terrestrial collectively sing,
“Awaken to the Dawn that this new age and world bring!”
Recapture the sacred web that brought us light,
Compounded with pixy dust and stars of the night.
A previous prophet said, "Don't give up the fight!"
Our goal of peace and love is not far out of sight.
Carefully test the water's edge before you roll the dice.
We mustn't concede our souls for a demon's asking price!
If at first you don't yet succeed, try again, twice or thrice.
A bard of old once told of how good is different than nice.
Search the temple's sanctum for hidden words of rhyme
Be careful that your speed is steady and quickened over time
Although our record’s tarnished, we may yet clean up the grime.
Wish for greatness at the well — Lean over and toss a dime.
Test the water's icy current with your frame of mind,
Be wary that your wishing words aren't lost, or left behind.
We shall take a deep breath, as we begin to unwind,
Then dive head-first into the stream, as is the Grand Design!
The ageless tinker tweaks his window toward a visage revived.
The time has come, we must prepare, for The Great Ones have arrived.
Consciousness, light as air, is the bread on which we’ve thrived.
We’ve long sought wisdom, to see and know; And we have survived.
Howling voices trump the water washed sandstone of time;
Now, our choices take our daughters past the known, in rhyme,
Foresight of diminished kindred resemble thoughts, sublime.
Know, the son of the father shall find the Tree of Life, and climb.
Lightened are our footsteps on the path to a new found Spring!
Our collective voices have spawned the creation of a once Vibrant Thing.
The celestial and terrestrial collectively sing,
“Awaken to the Dawn that this new age and world bring!”