Hermes' Bride

Cry beside me,
Hermes' bride,
in letters sealed,
fulfilled with lies.

Your trust of lighting,
My love of word,
My doubt of womb,
Your fear of mold.

A cave can cast,
What sun can breed,

A loving life,
What moon might kill.

You hold the key,
The bell is sound,

Forever lost,
And nowhere found.

However be,
But be so bold,
And seed will last,
So long it's sawn.

And so we are, 

Both first and last,

By lust, we feast

And thirst, we must.

As we contrive,
The waves are met,
And we hold hands,
Below the set.

In this old race,
The young and old,
The same old face,
Is bought and sold.

Wavelengths of eternity

A baptism with one,
a glass in my hand,
a serpent on her arm,
under the black eye,
surrounded by wavelengths of eternity.

Lost

Lost and thirsty children, 

In the arid desert,

clinging to a mirage for an oasis,  

but we couldn't drink the water,
our thirst grew stronger,

only poison was there.

The fountain was found, 

where it has always been, 

In a dark place,
that we don't care to look,

afraid to see.

No effort is required, 

for not looking out but in, 

and we can find a treasure humbly made of gold

that no words can serve its truth

I let go of arrogance, and see,

I let go of fear, and healed,

It is a miracle, it is.

My friend, lets smile,

My confidant, let's trust,

My soulmate, let's rejoice,

My enigma, let's resolve,

My wayfarer, let's walk,

The golden dawn is here,
It is in.

The mistaken

Mistake after mistake,
until the next one,
always stays with the one who acknowledges it,
Who is to acknowledge the mistaken?

Transform

Nothing is ours,
ours is nothing,
borrowed from itself,
to transform itself.

The centre

not losing
not winning,
going along,
coming about.