Ocean as Text

With the ocean as text,
and the sun as religion,
faith morphs to certainty,
and wisdom is at hand.

This book pre-dates the rest,
its pages constantly turning,
it has spawned all others,
birthing life in myriad forms.

For ritual we have the sun,
our compass and our guide,
leading us through the elements,
around the wheel of the year.

Our chant is breath,
our hymn is life,
and we are the idols
to which we bow.

Our temple is a world,
our commandment love,
our history is genetic,
our time is now.

Our time is now,
our time is now.

mUrtirahasyam 25

दॆव्या ध्यानं मया ख्यातं गुह्याद् गुह्यतरं महत् | 
तस्मात्सर्वप्रयत्नॆन सर्वकामफलप्रदम् || 25 ||

dEvyA dhyAnaM mayA khyAtaM guhyAd guhyataraM mahat |

tasmAtsarvaprayatnEna sarvakAmaphalapradam || 25 ||

Meditation on the goddess, I say, is the greatest of all secrets,

therefore with all diligence there will be all fulfillment of desires. 

Partial Reveal

We stride through multi-dimensionality,
worlds upon worlds,
layers upon layers.
As we do, we reveal only parts,
and the rest is hidden,
even from ourselves.

Time is cyclic and recursive,
space is ten-dimensional chess.
We have many lives to live,
and forgetting has a cost.
But nothing, nothing
is ever lost.