- By Jade Wah’oo Grigori –
I’m awake now.
Within this once somnambulant realm
of images and feelings, fears and fantasies
where awareness only dimly had tread
have I awakened.
Mythos is the name of this land,
Soul the populace,
garbed in gossamer veils
swirling to reveal a sultry eye
– the Universe! –
in auto poetic associations
of love and death
reverberating through the air.
Muse and music merge as one experience of Being.
Sanctified desires made manifest in emotion and action
drive the content of each breath’s determination.
Body and Mind churn the Soul’s milk into divine curd
to feed and fuel both our restless discontent
and our bliss.
Peering from beneath heavy lidded rapture we glimpse
– but only glimpse –
the holy understanding of synchronized happenstance
that fills our moments with awe, and makes our lives worthwhile.
It is to home that I have come and here I will remain.
Senses alert, the knife of awareness honed,
to perceive that which would deceive,
paring away the dross with this fine edge of perception awakened,
that I may conceive.
And in my Spirit’s conception will I incarnate anew
my heart’s desire in this land of all-potent potential.
There are those asleep who are born of the World and dream.
There are those awake who are born of the Dream, and dream the World.
The Dreamer has awoken, lucid within this Dream called the World.
– By Jade Wah’oo Grigori –