All is One, And One is the All...
And as such to dream, in puzzles, on the inside of the frame infinite.
So much chaos, and so much beauty. To mix and shape, mold like clay.
Sayings in different ways, and verses, and dialects.
Intersecting in the simple connected collective.
Respect is not due, nor hate consume.
We move as we do, as rivers do, through the valleys.
To the sea in me and you, sands of time and truth.
Who sees and who does not, the ultimate reality.
The One being, or not, as we conceive the majesty, of perfect unity.
And all sleep and slumber walking, doing their daily stalking of light and dark.
In the heart and in the shade, in illumination of the soul.
Controlling always our path. Though wrath and pain do enter.
And souls seem to splinter and fade away.
Who says what is right or wrong?
The song of God? But which one?
A prayer, only to hope that something is there.
The air of Gemini and the ground of Capricorn.
Himalayan trust in might and magick bound.
The sound of an answer so distant like birth.
Riding out a storm.
All creations rest in the unknowing, quiet riot.
Yet In One we have become all that we sought, so far.
Not to withold anything, but simply in freedom and love.
All evil, all greatness, sun and moon, lunacy and life.
Mixed to an enigmatic status.
And I add this unto you.
Faith, Hope, Love.
Among the greatest is what holds us dear.
In Peace, Love, Unity, And Respect.
P.L.U.R
Namaste
