Nou toe nou

Onkruid.

Sonneblom.

Groen gras.

Horison.

Carnival

In his cunning, he built a carnival

And rubbed his hands.

'See them smile, 

As the glass trickles its sands.'

Colours move - mesmerise - entrance.

Win gold! 

In thrilling games of chance.

Taste the sweet - the savoury - the feast.

Take a ride!

Upon 'Devouring Beast'.

Clock the ticking

Of the track up the spire.

Feel alive!

As the roller coasts higher.

A moment's clarity

At the apex of the climb.

Before insight,

The Fall.

Killing Time.

Eden

Our capacity for love and creation

Is but a glimmer upon the surface of the Source,

Whose depths plunge down to the foundations;

Then up the Mountain, 

To feed the rivers, 

To cut their course.

With passion they pour to four corners,

Nourishing the soil of our fields, 

Where hope sprouts endless potential.

Mark the beauty of love's humble yields.

Kingdom

Wake me from my sleep.

Keep the earth beneath my feet.

Lead me not to despair,

But to the beauty of life laid bare.

Let me feel the burn

Of the love for which we yearn.

Harden my feet for the road.

Soften my heart for the story.

Fix my eyes on the path

To the kingdom, 

Through the power,

In glory.

Sacred Test

Without her frame

There is no vision.

Without her call

There is no quest.

Lost is man

Who fails to see.

Her eyes reveal

His sacred test.

Splintered

At the edge of the world, 

The lines are blurred.

Multiplicity grows.

The road has turned.

That which once united

Is forgotten, and divides.

Splintered into chaos.

The truth no longer guides.

Duality

What kind of man is this?

Who sits idle as his angels die.

Who shuts his eyes and plugs his ears.

Who shrinks from the gaping abyss.

When the truth descends, his name is called.

He must fight his fear and resist.

The darkness spreads.

The demons grow.

What kind of man is this?

Stand tall and look in their eyes.

Watch them dance upon slithering lies.

Wield the truth.

Hear them hiss:

'There's no running from a man like this.'