GOD SAVE ME

So he closed his eyes Nothing ever passed beyond his rose-tinted eyelids And ten carillons and ten thousand quills surged forth He cried out in joy

Curiously, human disciples are not mere empty vessels into which Masters insert transformations. Although we have freedom, freedom by its very nature does not induce vertical movement. In freedom, lies choice but nothing within choice dictates why one would experience their present way of being as insufficient enough that they would seek out mastery or the becoming of something that they do not yet have the conscious ability to embody....

He holds onto the white key The pathway to her heart To a youth foregone, Her rites of passage, Her disillusionment All forever locked away…