Vespertine Mission


A homesickness veins deep within each soul: An aching to be somewhere else; through the gateway of the mind’s eye; into the future designs of a limitless horizon. Somewhere familiar within nameless lands, spawned from the seeds of countless lifetimes.

I...
remembered songs...
floating on airs of melodies lingering.
Sung long ago by bees in the joy of
endless summers fierce and peeling,
unshaven by the curl of passing waves,
untouched by axioms of human conscience...

Recalled sliding centuries,
when self-indulgence blossomed
into opulence’s illusion.
Watched the seasons dissolve with men.
Took stock of rivers
empty in their passage.
Observed it all from
deep within my soul’s reserve,
holding loose on a rising tide, and
praying for the cleansing.

Releasing my intent into
the meditation of resolution,
I surrendered to the eternal now:

Plastic melt of borrowed cloak releasing
incarnation’s mask, onto waves of
a swelling tide;
Re-discovering a crystal soul,
standing light... naked... free.
A seductive pulsating beat.
Weightless, yet full of the ventrical
crimson of moment...

Joy absolute... endless... boundless.
Soaking eternity’s silent wisdom into
past, present and future... united.
Blueprint of universe illuminating single
spark of life, all pervasive unconditional love;
all-seeing... all-knowing... everywhere.
Shadows of ignorant circumspection gone.
A microcosm returned to its macrocosm.
Complete at last.

I moved within sounds of universal rapture.
Craved music’s emerging colours.
Devoted lingerings to teachings rich and steady.
Wild with you,
together with you.
Holding your seasons within the heavy shadow
of what previously I thought I saw...

Weaved within a cloud of anti-matter,
moving backwards in time
to the root of my soul.
Turning the elements in their seasons.
Opening a wider consciousness into
the unity of being.
Holding hope within the bosom of eternity’s circle.

Floating within the eidolons of space.
Observing the within entering the without.
Easing the moment in its measure.
Holding silence in the palm of its verse.
Carrying the nucleus of oneness high on its tide.

Velvet vespertine passage into inner space.
Loosing doubts beyond lost innocence.
Intoxicated by faith’s chilled airs.
Counting the moments before womb’s re-entry.

And as I dreamt of sleep...

My cloak coloured solid in dimensions still.
Tailored separate, yet stitched in weave unseen.
Crossing the borders of light to foreign lands.
Familiar places beyond the out of bounds.

Awaking in a thousand places I met old familiar
faces of friends hiding within vales of time,
and multi-layered consciousness.
We joined as one:

Loving, laughing, and gazing at life’s endless facets,
follies and strivings.
Dreaming purposes unimaginable...
distant places...
echoing drums...
voices in the night.

Conscious slide of sleep brought traveller’s escape.
Solid dreams touched and shared before moving on.
Luggage saved from winds of night and day.
Memory fading beyond each teasing veil.

Dreams and prayer forge bridges strong,
to places warmed by rising air.
Where cares are melted in the endless sun,
and time appears not in the Book of Days.

Doors remain open for the dead awake.
Star travellers rest, watch, and learn.
The fires of life burning high,
beyond the open sky.
But illusion’s leap never quite complete.

I joined with crystal atoms,
charged to take me through star gateways
in the clear night sky.
Far beyond astronomers’ dreams,
and yet some more,
to Elysian Fields.
A distant reality reached in a moment.

I fell upon a copy of our triplicate world
floating in timelessness:
Another atom in infinity,
but one of a chain...
chains linked...
chains broken.
Alluring to an illusion of solidarity:

Atoms tied to atoms.
Worlds tied to worlds,
in an endless scheme of mystery,
known only to the gods,
their bankers, and their mortgagees in possession.

I melted down to an amorphous weal...
nurtured and grown within the bosom of fire.
Kindled by a god-source within the flower of
my group soul, during the apotheosis of the Omega.
I became a chela of a finite universe –
an eidolon on an elevated sphere of life.
I floated alone in the swirling mists,
engulfing solid body on the rich native earth
of timelessness.

And then came morning:
A bright wakening, heralding a lapse into unconsciousness.
A wide-eyed sleep – chasing illusions in sand.
Reality’s door closed.
Except to travellers clinging onto timeless unity.

Time and sunshine became one,
within a unifying power of righteousness,
as a new day unfolded in silence.
Destiny’s composure lay strongly serene.
Awesome yet untied.
Candid by the stream of ever flowing life.

I rose before the tide.
Arms stretched wide.
Touching the walls of my life:
Birth far left.
Death far right.
Incarcerated pre-utero within
imagined postcript to life,
and foreplay of death.

Another day of learning.
Watching the tides –
their weightless measure relentlessly pulling my
soul-reserve beyond the call of chaffing folly-
into the season of my being.
Breaking open my time capsule;
releasing rhythmic pollen onto
the sounds of desire.
Every moment loosed to fill life’s empty passage.

I passed through the back of beyond.
Through the beginning of time,
into the annexe of pure thought.
A perfect regime sent to purify
earth’s negative energies.

I entered on the tide of Aquarius,
so as to stimulate the planet to remember
(By dividing nine point star by seven);
I reset the tides,
turned the wind,
and let them go.

I watched snow flakes falling.
Silhouetted against a black sky,
then die.
Free-falling strong again:
Into dawn sunshine.
Into summer new.

A summer of light.
But no winds, trees, birds, or creatures
wandering free.
A summer of dry walls fallen,
but no wall-men.
Only their stones left behind.

In the blue dust my life-camera
recorded the new age as being
the united soul of the living dead,
opening reality’s lost dimensions,
in silence.

Easing beyond the days of the wall men:

I observed my sinking starship,
and saw your battle from my window.
Sensed your desire in the passing clouds.
Heard your cry within the ache of my heart:
The voice of changes dancing beyond
the cravings of imagination.

You had come to unfold secrets to people lost
within their fantasy of knowledge.
But your mission had succumbed to mankind’s
deaf cries of sorrow –
laced as a fishnet through the winds and
held within the turnpike of the clouds.

Loosing empty dreams into tomorrow’s eternity,
you were caressed away to inner worlds.
Discarding the fruit of a harvest lost to earth’s
follies, furrowed deep within fiscal soil.
Yet the foam-twisted wake of your tide
gifted the vision of your fleeting visit and
refreshed the hopes of those wide-eyed in sleep.

I scratched my hopes in leys’ escaping joy,
and joined them to the celestial web.
A message pleading your return.
Through my dark flame your emissary arrived:

A blue soldier.
A soul wrapped in mercurial velvet –
self-assured ultramarine;
weighted beyond the tide of ambition’s twist;
content beyond the incidents of pain;
treading timeless in the knowledge that
eventually all would be well.

Her cascade of truth filled me with light.
Refreshed my senses beyond the seasons of the winds,
behind the scorching of the sun.
Yet before autumn’s chasing embrace.

I held it in my rays:
Spawning her knowledge into the crevices of my soul.
Yet, all the time, knowing that it was more than
mine to keep –
running free, sparkling loose
into man’s season of many days.

You followed in starships.
Opening mysteries carved on earth’s horizon.
Releasing the thoughts of Galactic Masters
into days beyond man’s dreamings.
Wrapping your words in silence.
Seducing us into timelessness.
Dimension doors witnessed as sky travellings -
Introducing lights riding fast... pure.

Falling to solid, to share our holdings.
Easing dense... in and out.
Programmes passing through us into now.
Soaking our reality, controlling our rising.
Paralleling senses.
Rhythmic tones failing to camera the import,
endlessly.

Engines twisting time, probing rudiments.
Curiosities fired with the intercourse of a
shared scorching.
Opening old gateways to a new religion.
Awakening our ignorant circumspection.

You wove lights into the elements.
Entered colours into voids seeking open.
Laced magic into changing seasons,
and breathed living into braziers of fire.

Seeing faces lost within the web of greed’s illusion
(Icing the within from without),
you gave eternal truths to the minds of children.
And to crops seeking sunshine.

Harvesting moments won.
Grieving visions spoiled.
You blessed ideas beyond life’s bark.
Stroking days before the coming
of that known to those seeding ready.

Floating on a changing air.
Charging water encoded before spring.
Shaping the webs of leys’ eternal joy,
you set life’s new destiny in the winds.
Mixed the rains,
and watched eternity twist new.

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c. Wackford, 2016