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Wednesday, March 12, 2014



Falling snow, every solitary flake, thousands upon millions,
like all the thoughts and dreams of son and man,
each flake, every sleeping vision, thousands upon zillions,
reflecting each life lived, mirroring every unborn plan.

Rangy wild horses galloping through sandy dunes,
scourged from earth in storybook fashion, one last mystical unicorn,
gulf dolphins perishing like ancient civilization's long lost ruins,
purged enmasse by unholy oil, Archangel Michael trumpeting God's Holy horn.

Crisp snow flakes, like corn flakes, freshly spilled from creation's box,
licked by sweet milk and honey under Buddha's Bodhi tree,
strangled by golden rings, fixed round the tame neck of wily red fox,
like streams of sacred light, beaming through the cosmos wild and free.

What thoughts, like thunderbolts, escape this ethereal compound?
Can birds fly when snow falls and errant light is swallowed by black holes?
Does science pose, like Saintly miracles, snowflakes that are so profound?
Will deserts e'er encapsulate nebulae, planting seeds of life in galactic shoals?

Cold snow, razed by death, dissolving into sacred water,
like a lover's tender kiss, a beating heart, installing love foremost,
fluid molding this wheel of life, caressing strokes from a Messianic potter,
Fire Scribe, Keeper of the Gate, resting upright, guarding Heaven's door post. 

Can man ascend this course, seeking lost pearls, shrouded by descending snow?
Transcend thick clouds, blindly stepping across that fiery lake?
Inquisitor's restricting Souls, condemn each one with hateful mortal blows.
Conquistadors seek Eden's Tree of Life, paying homage to that sacred snowflake.

Whence we came, crossing esoteric time and astral space,
rounding Orion's Cross, reciting Divine Words in poetic ways,
spinning midst this Sacred Circle, tatting this fine lace,
confounded by life's stormy trance, while snowflakes drift, when winter stays.

Angel's sing, though not one mourns, while life turns to death,
I promise, I'll always be with you, even upon my funeral pyre.
Water spills life's blood, crossing that sacred ocean, suck my final breath,
frozen crystals fall, making memories, as cold white snow drifts ever higher.

Behold Buddha! Behold Christ! Behold this Sacred Tree of Life!
Behold Heaven! Behold Time! Behold this Esoteric Space!
Behold Love! Behold Compassion! Behold Nature's strife!
Behold Soul! Behold Snow! Behold God's Holy Face!