~~~ The Green Bird Faery Song of All Seriousness ~~~


if I know what is to happen
the dance is an entrainment
I’ve seen the next worlds over
and in those ideals we’ve already won

my spine a tuning fork
I wander about the earth
attracted to the striking
against the rituals harmonizing
the fluid spirals in my back

I bear the pain of aeons
in my body collapsed on this time
and each days distillation
undoes that karma more and more
they used to say I’m ‘cut from the heel’

I am causeless
my instinct provides
a trail of iron and wine
I- follow like a blood hound
I- the smallest part, the straw
I- break the spine of oblivion

the years pass on
the stories chase me
of happenings surrounding
a clueless head of vacuums bliss
immortal against the volley
flaming bolts against the messenger

my gyroscope a weapon
of chaos and synchronicity
a radiating force field
with gold and silver keys
sprouting plum blossoms
riding the dragon of non-duality


the incomprehensible skill
royal by blood and transmigration
natural and metanormal
theurgic and thaumaturgic
now the future, now the past, now
indomitable throughout territorial time

grounded in my horse, devouring earth
whether I am running on the planes
or here about sweet Terra’s waning garden
soft becomes hard, hard becomes soft
twin dragons constantly vie for the pearl

and that all but forgotten human mission
to one day in time attain the sun
is possible in ways utterly odd
to the way of heaven before the calamity
and we recognize the beauty of the meta-music
which forsaw this groove from the start

dance to a way that says love is the law
trance to the law that demands love under will
eros and agape, love against love
be drunk on the inescapable condition of being
and in that ocean finally rest in your soul
show your angels the eyes of the bornless one

yes in my eyes, sweet angels on earth
the inescapable flames of first glory
dust off the slime from your wings
oh long cast out demons of splendour and light
the long sleep of shadow has ended
the promised revealing and victory; yea, Victory


In The Garden of Souls

(Scribed in the Hall of Spheres, Damanhur, Piedmonte during the Winter Solstice and Halcyon Days of 2012)

Ask questions of the light. When there is time and dust to speak of, there will also be forthcoming beauty. This beauty take, accept gladly, and multiply. Fruit casting seeds over the little green earth and beautiful flowers. Come the pods of ingenuity, a cure for restless hearts.

There is love inside an ocean. We welcome you back to this awareness. You don’t even remember what you mean to us. The creation will be Global. You don’t have to know how and yet it shall be. Remove such doubts about anything as you may have. If you had your full memory now, you truly would worry for nothing.

You were with us once, so long ago. You walked our shoes, shared water and vitality. Sang to us and with us. You loved us, we loved you. Is it safe to say you’ve come back? Even in that human body, the expansion of your consciousness (even just tonight) is the profundity which is the basis of our experiential memory of you. Indeed, our memory of you which is not linear as the method of transmission would suggest. Many memories, many pasts, and many futures we talk and know of you. There is so much of your greatness offered to the little Earth that we miss you not. We see you, our connection to you is strong and never-ending. Without fail, your song echoes amongst the stars as respected light. A going, an ancient as we, past all mortals we shall be as one.

At the dawn of our countless ages, there was the future, and you were there. Together we danced below the stars, before there was the kind of mind that saw light in objectivity. This kind of original perfection; kept far away from the earth you now know. Perceive with us, and trust what little memory is now accessible to you. You are so free, and your project on the little earth is so beautiful, so artistic.

Heaven does not wait. It reaches out to be with you. What you can’t see is that you sit with us. We attend to you while you dream to cross time and many planes to work your Will upon the earth. Your inquiry while understandable is unnecessary, because the answer is itself the arising life you have before you.

You are safe with us. Your immortal nature pure, clean, untarnished and untouched. The birthing of ages will not seem so long when it is done. We love you.

~~~ Bynepor ~~~

byneporIn some way you’re born a Healer
the things you say
your chivalrous way
right place
right time
an angel by design
fulfilling a function in form

But in other ways a Lover
the burdens you bear
chained to a chair
done selflessly
catharsis through falling
into romance and dream

And then comes the Magus
pure intention
starry redemption
offering love
to home’s star spate
dimension doors that stay open late
in the game of life and tantra

a fool, a transformation,
growing into cosmic relations
occulted formulae accessed
by a refined sleight of mind
back to find yourself an angel
right place
right time
fulfilling a function in form

The highest life,
The best life,
The least life is measured in your hands.