Oracle

Let me be carried away

Let my self give in to a vivid hieroglyphic dream

Figures dancing and giving praise to life and it's seed…

(is all that you need)

And the colors are meaning

They're ready to go

Fueling the poet's engines

Contributing to a flow

Of massmind directioning

Towards the infinite point

The chanting grows louder, out of innumerable mouths

Visual sound spinning us away

Towards the epicentre positioned in eternity

A spheric conclusion were we would find

We had always been reflections of our future mind

As if unfolding from outside the space-time continuum she came

Consisting of ritualistic patterns of love and sufferin'

And she held absurd meaning

And urged us to go

So we poet's fueled our engines

Evoking syntactical flow

On which we sped forward

As she led the way

Outside the parameters our imagination had yet conceived

Visual sound spinning us away

Towards the epicentre positioned in eternity

A spheric conclusion were we would find

We had always been reflections of our future mind

As if unfolding from outside the space-time continuum she came

Consisting of ritualistic patterns of love and sufferin'

And spoke :

This is the garden where everything exists at once

Every idea that ever could be, has it's place here, it's own reverie

History is an organism that pulls it's beginning towards it's end

to complete the cycle, to start again

Your race is near completion, all you have to do is

find your essence in my garden and plant the seed anew

Like a madman I began running

Through topologies so beautiful and absurd

That with every exotic apperation I thought my mind would surely burst

A tantric dance

Of soft coloured feminine forms

Pools of obscene blackness

Under surface demons cum

Alien symbolon rising

Out of gaping holes

Conciousness in one hand, sanity in the other, I finally could spot…

A cross-legged figure sitting beside a stream of thought

A sadhu, long hair hanging in the river, absorbing it's wisdom as food

Trembeling I walk towards this familiar place in uhr-mother's magnificent womb

And fulfill karma, a new beginning of time…

All this time I thought to be prisoner of post human grace

While in reality I was the vital epilogue of my human race

I am my own beginning, my own end - We are our own beginning, our own end

Into a myriad fertile tears I shall be spend (transcend)

There is crystalized omniscience in the end…