The Silence laughs
Soon I’ll veil this outer frame,
That none may pierce or sever.
Golden Silence speaks no name
Yet laughs through me forever.
Within the hush, a trumpet sounds
That none but dreamers follow;
Its echo breaks the worldly bounds
And drinks from heaven's hollow.
II. The Woman on the Hill
She stands upon the hallowed hill,
Crowned in morning’s glory.
Mother Earth, with boundless will,
Knows the ancient story.
No confessions mar her grace,
No penance stains her altar;
In her gaze, the human race
Grows bold—but dares not falter.
III. The Fire and the Serpent
Praise the Flame and still the cry,
Serpents twist and falter.
Masters fall as servants lie
Each one guards his altar.
Their towers, gilded, turn to sand,
Their banners, ash and sorrow.
Only Truth with unseen hand
Can breathe the living morrow.
IV. The Mirror and the Wound
Brilliant force through shadow breaks,
Wounds are healed in burning.
Bravery the mirror shakes—
Desire, ever turning.
Not enough a thousand moons
To map the soul’s direction;
In the stillness, chaos swoons
A womb of Resurrection.
V. Revelation
Soon you’ll glimpse my inner light,
Where thought and star are woven.
Toward the Sun, in purest flight,
Reflections rise—unbroken.
Then shall eyes, long blind, behold
The shape behind the motion
A truth more fierce than polished gold,
Yet softer than the ocean.
VI. The Voice Beyond the Veil
Speak, O voice behind the veil,
Your thunders blaze like singing!
Tear the masks, let hearts inhale
The storm where stars are clinging.
No creed shall bind the rising soul,
No dogma hold its glory—
For Love is law, and One the whole,
The end of every story.
29.6.2025
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