Path of the Tower Gray
Gray is the tower first
which watches the furnace and cows the children
they are far from what they know
I see and will be the scepter
then the tower second came into view
“return to the tower first, you have no power here”
I drew this path too quickly and had to
remember humility
the Gray set me into a great despair
my foolishness shined onto my ignorance
it was much to ask for a pass into the temple
so in my dream The Rock sang to me and told me to wake
and sing these songs to the Gray and take what was sought out
in these words
sing to the tower first and claim your desires
to know and to relish in the fortunes of men and their earths
the mineral wants is the weakness of those whom surround
and the Gray is the one that grants light and gratitude
thank this one upon your passage for if you forget
you will cow with the idiot children in the fires you chose to irrigate
so with stern eye the Gray saw me to the inner isle
the tower first told me of the body and how to wash away
my fear and faith and belief
for this is not their world
one of fantasy and illusion and deception
the body is told it must be broken
but it is not so
vitality is eternal and transition is a choice
ritual is system and not law
In a new dream of whispers and youth and impossibilities
The Rock told me of sun and skies and stars and lunatic heavens
praise them day by day and never be powerless
so always a globe of silver and fire to protect my spirit and works
keeping at bay those whom have forgotten but will remember again
“brave weaver of winds come and speak with me
for your songs bring me solace and peace
know my love is stronger than The Rock and his wisdom
hear my will and allow its timely release”
the wind hears all things and bears them to right ears
they know you and where you lie
you will not be denied for all is permitted
nothing in everything
The Woven Rider Makes Its Presence Know
The Earth loves the will for it creates her
my power is hers and her power my own
I know who is in my shoes
behind sleeping eyes is the door to the ether
where the heart is liberated from its daylight cell
I the centurion, am paraded on golden and wood wheels
this blessing is not the process and never the law
I dwell neither above nor below
the fool, once baptized, cannot become a priest or a king
the tomorrow holds a new life
so that the past drifts away
howl with the blazing orb and the gossamer mistress
there is no Fall
only patience and humor
offload the burden and dry the reddened eyes
the tower first releases his fool
a new life and Earth to make his own
in the distance, golden tower the second waits
