Terra Incognita

 

Beyond the shores of illusion

of the surreal objective manifestation

the most diaphanous shade

wanders speaking in tongues

 

The meat of him a penumbra

no amnion or membrane

to contain him, dissipate

with only telepathic friends

 

A gossamer existence

no cause nor effect

a simple white tsalmaveth descending

ever, the celestial staircase

 

A shade standing always

just behind the living

and pointing them direct to the sun

a pillar of salt, deserted

 

Dancing all the limbo

without any bars

no hurdles, no gaols

in the vast austerity of Cosmos

 

No maps here

no lonely planet guide

just a subtle melange of spice

an entheogen for his own apotheosis

 

The beneficent  Mahātmā

who pyres his Soul

henceforth walking the tides

of all humanity, forever

 

The subtle olfactory body

his Atmic vehicle

extends far beyond continua

sniffing at all the winds in creation

 

Searching ever the treasure chest

to uncover the purpose

hidden on tropical isles

for his last peroration

 

Beyond the shores of illusion

of the surreal objective manifestation

the most diaphanous shade

wanders speaking only in tongues

 

 

Which no one else can understand… …