Pilgrimage

 

Pilgrimage

 

In a time beyond Time,

Where sight has no meaning,

And what is heard

Was never spoken by Man,

There the Truth dwells,

Sung by silver bells,

There you might understand.

Light is always found there,

Casting no shadow,

No dark to conceal evil deed,

Music is made there,

Find all your aid there,

And all of your fantasy freed.

Old knowledge is told long,

You heard it once,

Spoken in the winds of dreams.

It is the tale of your other life,

Sung by the ivory fife,

Buoyed by all that has been.

Does the scent of the campfire

Carry you on,

Do the leaves whisper mysteries?

Do you wander in daylight,

Blinded by old sights,

And sounds of all your histories?

In the space between stars,

Where you once knew more meaning,

And light and music are one,

What have you to share,

This opportunity rare,

Though your voyage has just begun.

In a time beyond Time,

Where sight has no meaning,

And what is heard

Was never spoken by Man,

There the Truth dwells,

Sung by silver bells,

There you might understand.

 

Cliff Lake 8/29/2024

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