ossiana mantra

sounds of celestial strings greet me as i rise to bath my feet in the fountain stream
overhead are angelic voices preapring my mind for its toil within the fields of azure
the droning mantra begins to pervade my spirite, replacing my pusle with its phrasing
casting aside the shadows from the dew dreanched grass the sun appears mighty over the tree

a beackon of hope for a new day, for a new mind, forever in flux forever changing
ever empty ever a coming buddha into this realm of suffering.
ten thousands lightyears i have traveled and lived the lives of men and stars and moons and quazars.
forever the doubt pervades me and fills the void left by the lost part of me.

forever in flow is she accross the vastness of desert sandscapes, plunging her stake at the heart of the unvivers
trying to end its infinity, striving for peace, striving for sweet blissful memory loss...yearning to forget her counterpart
i still speed through the rock and magma seeking her from the center of the earth to the depth of her dreams
trying to bring her back to my eyes so i can see my face in hers