Climbing a stair towards an uncertain goalAges pass with each step you take forwardThe stairs fall away behind you as you ascendTowards the apex of this infinite tower A spiral stairway suspended upon a pole,this axis is the keystone of timeAnother persona, stage or...
Life has taken it's course, leaving me dying in pain Although I know I cannot fade, the sting still remains The sting of my enemy, as he conquers my domain The thought of ways forgotten, as they're left behind in vain For the ideals I hold true, and the knowledge I've...
The purpose of life is to discover what you are In death, we are life itself that moment fused with eternity, all-embracing presence the timeless now, the progenitor of all particulars the unborn and the inscrutable the intimate and familiar the blissful and...
Eternal silence begets a spontaneous question arising within boundless space it claims a strong identity THIS, embraced eternally and expressed endlessly circumscribed with possibility moving forth relentlessly fragments fusing constantly shaped by pure necessity We...
First you must forget all that you know. Within the source of knowledge appear all possibilities, let go of your position and the twilight state appears. Without definition, without limitation that which is undefined is the origin of definite things. Wisdom is the...
There once was a labyrinth. It was not just any old sequence of confusing paths and corridors, but was instead a mighty maze of incredible puzzlement. Within that labyrinth lived rocks, trees, insects, animals and people of various shapes and sizes. Very few of these...
The time had come, I 'd reached the stairs As deception fell, I took the dare But I didn't know what I had to do No one but the scarabs knew A point in space, a point in time A 'chaoslace', an offbeat rhyme Another way to describe something That can never be explained...
Whenever, however, whichever, why? In what case does consciousness rise? Never is forever when perceptiveness dies Nothing is recognized due to its untimely demise Despite our protests and cries a robot is not aware, it's only a disguise The motions are known, the...
the yin and the yang, at terminus, interchange spinning the wheel of eternity providing the ceaseless motion those beautiful attractions that compel us to continue poetry becomes science and mystery, dissertation logic becomes emotion and longing fulfilled is a name...
Grace is in place Reflected in your face of the fall, naught but a trace within the seed of darkness is light within division, connection within paradox, certainty what am I to do with the glowing ghost of you what am I do say to insure this feeling I'll not betray...