Drops of Life, Nicholas Roerich
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Many illusionists claimed wordy truths along the path,
But it was the Mirror Man who reflected the Wordless World of my Heart,
Masters and slaves, fancy dressed schizophrenics aroused my drunken mind,
But it was the Invisible Man who freed the Seer of my sight,
Sainted and damned, soul poured in three vases paradise, redemption and hell,
Broke every mold and in emptiness the Kingdom and Creator were found,
Eras ahead and past, no memory of birth and death, just a story I’m told,
No name, no time or land recall, Eternal Oneness, Presence is home,
Here they watch in smiles as Souls alight, candles sparking one Heart to all,
And they clap and sing for their joy lifts Celestial Paradigms in spiral flow,
The Sun divines, the Moon and Earth, reciting prayers in concentric circles,
But only when Silence spoke I saw our names being written in light codes,
Man what a drunken city night, these flames and the stories they weave and bind,
Each lover the author, the script and show, Maktub! The Seer spoke it all before,
When knowledge vanished and knowing began, all sought and explored in one glance were found,
I draw these veils, cease the search and call, follow silence and come home from the world…
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