Metanoia

The sands of time no longer

Speak in tongues of persuasion

An ocean changed in form and

Sound to swallow thee

The dust of silence procreates

But fades immediately as I observe

The sphinxes vanish in the winds

I know his day is nigh

I know the night must die

Revealing lasting peace

Beyond all fragile woe

I feel the void extending

I feel the self transcending

Dimensions falling down

Beneath the open eye

I look around myself and witness

Dreams and dreams and dreams

I am surrounded but untouched

By all things ill-conceived

The strangest forms appear

To me in everlasting streams

To renew illusion's seed that

No thing will ever be relieved

Void is mind itself

And mind itself is void

A presence of the absence

Of will is speaking from

Beyond the veils of lunacy

Reminding me of what I am

I know the I is falling

I know these roots are sprawling

For benediction comes through

Him who is in all

I feel them flowing through my veins

I feel them slowly breaking chains

And reason resignates with unexpected grace

Receive the silent voice

The sound of transformation

Receive the silent voice

The sound of transformation

Flame of consciousness, flame of knowledge

Flow through me and pervade my physical body

Pervade my higher spirit, light my path and every

Step I take, so that I am able to guide myself

To wander in brightness and with fortitude

The mountains of being and the depths of reality

And give me the strength to surrender to whatever

Is and may be with silence and acceptance