point thought prose, astrology

tweedle-dee and dum, i dont type with my thumbs, but is that what they're really there for?

grumbling tums, as no food man comes, but thats what they call hunger,

i wanna be an imagineer, but dont have the tools, cos i lost myself back when i was an irreligious fool, a wanderer always but never finding the way, and dark all around more than i can say.


dark is where there's no light and it's always night, and the end's not in sight, right?

waves pound and crash and cover and desolate

an island under the stars, but they've forgotten how to read...

vs

spring rains tho summer's peaked out once or twice, but it hasnt settled into a pattern as of yet, and things are generally going that way in these times. it's a slight disorder perhaps harking to greater things. there's definite turbulence, everywhere, and at this poor man's door the ripples can be felt. it was a matter of time before it came to be, and didnt come unexpected.

perhaps its a case of now being ready to face those realities, having had the time required to settle into the correct mode of understanding, so now its time to stand there and not to waver, no matter how many ripples turn into waves, designed to let yourself be washed away..

its a hearkening back to those days when we were in the belly of the whale, in the darknesses of misguidance, then the only Guide is the same as how now the Guide is the One, and the path has been lighted, so you just take strength from that and carry on. being, thankful to have been shown the path in the first place, yet still calling anyone along the way to come- as Rumi said, 'ours is the caravan...' so come all wanderers, let us go along together..

the wolf only succeeds with the lone sheep, so stick close to us.

diversity leads us a long way from home, but belief is security, wherever you may be, and the final home for the secure souls is pure peace, and security from all wickedness.

so what's a little trouble faced while on the road to your home but a trifle? an obstacle that can be skipped over and left in it's own non-existence. it may seem that the power is with the wicked, and that name may be applied to the good, but these are the days when a lie becomes truth and goodness is scorned.

lets be good, and let them scorn, cos as they've always said, 'he who laughs last laughs longest'.

pray that we are the ones who laugh for eternity...

quango?

Wandering in soft delusion
As the world has taken hold
Momentary soft confusion
As the tale slowly unfolds.
Trying to take a decision that's already said and done
But in our time we cant see what is to come
Heart is not totally at peace with whatever it's to do
Still jolted from far corners into which it's been flung.

You're one of the characters in this nursery rhyme
Though til this time it's all been just a dream
Dark clouds and lonely mountains you've climbed
But nothing's ever been what it seemed.

Tear the veil from your eyes
Stare, and hold them open wide
Look and see what's meant to be
Face the fear felt inside.

What's real? Look in the glass
See the last drop slip away
And the crumbled dust residue.
Think of the time that has passed
Years, months, weeks and days
And have you ever had a clue?

The dark mark is around your heart
And the light's not shining through.
It's the self that's been released
The first one you need to fight is you...