The Walls crumble

I reached out
for a certain kind of blue
both arms around
the shaman daughter
fragile light
erected inside the ocean
of stardust high.

The wild morning
crashed through the walls
of lonely anxiety
and left me
with a wordless whisper,
a new song.

Playing with the dreaming dew,
a joyful dance,
the mystery
of the fruit bearing Sun.

Silent flame in the crystal room

Silent flame in the crystal room
beside the blue ink spot
it is white,
desire creates the soft breeze
the feather is caressed quietly
and ascends with the reflecting wings.

The heavy load of love leaves no traces
the walls of the ivory towers crumble
in the all-embracing unification
gone with the suffering fires of question.

Mystical paradox dances in the dawn
the carefree child in the feeding dew of the lawn,
the western front still in a dark grey vapour,
but a hidden implosion
creates a thousand milky ways
in our open pounding of the heart.

Warm breathing lights licking her purple breast
the warm dew beads from her smile,
the great Mother roars in devotional surrender,
sweet rainbow eruption like healing honey
fondling volcano,
infinite playing in the forest
lost in the embracing ocean,
the blooming trees keeping the elements
on their place
and spreading the scent
of every silent dream.

rob & the dreammachine2007-11-18