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Reflections

In the silence of the night,
When there's nothing left alive
But the ravings of my fright,
I close my eyes and rest my head
And go dancing toward the Light.

It's black out here; I'm floating free
With my spirit and my soul;
Now and then a message
In vibrant red and gold
Flashes past the eye
Of the void in my mind.

I can feel the steady rhythm
Of concentrated thought,
And hear the humming of the magnet
As it tells me of the nature of
The nature of the soul.

On another plane,
In another world and time,
I travel unrestricted
through the inroads of my mind
To the basic core of essence
Where only truth is told,
Where I see the things
That are waiting to be told
When the nature of the beast
Is ready for the nature of the soul.

He's standing right beside me now,
Urging me to fly.
Then up he soars, and up,
Into the darkness of the sky;
For the splendor of the earth
Is dusted on his wings --
Where the majesty of flight
And the freedom of the sky
Are not mired in the pettiness
Of the majesties of kings.

He hurls his body upward
As the sparks begin to fly
In a shower of radiation
That permeates the sky.
He flies his fiery rings
'Round the circle of devotion
To plastic-coated kings.

He drops his glowing message
(To the eyes that behold)
Of regality of life,
Of lessons to be told
To the multitudes of millions
Who are willing to be bought,
Who are caught up in the wonderings
Of simulated thought.

Arise! he says, And come with me
To walk upon the skies,
To dance the flaming dance with me,
To see it in your eyes!

I journey with him now
To a place I haven't seen,
Along the vast frontier of thought,
To a place I haven't been.

He tells me that we're ready now;
It's time we must begin
To sit and take a look at us,
To start learning from within.

The creature, Man, is growing,
But it's stagnant deep inside
Where the rumblings of the soul are denied
And distracted by superficial thoughts
Of the way we have to live,
And the time when we must die.

Arise! he says, And come to me
And look into my eye;
For in the color in the darkness
In the depth of your mind
Will be found all the answers
To the questions that you hide.

There, inside his eye,
Lay the essence of the truth
In the fiber of the message
He unfurled at my feet:

The spirit, Man, is growing,
And it's aching to be freed
From scientific prattle
And superstitious seed,
And it's aching to be seen!
So, look into yourself.
If you see it there,
You can wander freely
Through the knowledge of the ages
And the wisdom of the sages
And the Spirit's revelation
Can begin once again,
And the universal Law
Can prevail.

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