Wake on Up

Won’t we come out to play, dear prudence?

Basking in the sunlight folds,

Robed in forever’s skin?

Layed and hatched into another mould, where we begin;

Of what was told and kept within;

Written in the gaps of space between the walls,

Withdrawn into the iris of Anubis,

Fallen from the eyelid of a new bliss;

As a diamond tear beckons to hear

Of frothing fountains like acidic inspiration,

And lava gysers spilling information;

To wake on up and leave our slumber,

And let our tongues be bathed in thunder.

As we’re begging just to be, so open and so free,

Who were sleeping just to see, their dreamscape boundary

Who had nothing to be waiting for

And keep their ships chained to the shore

As it all leads back to how we feel,

Releasing that which makes us real;

To release ourselves and get our fill,

Let childhood fountains overspill,

In midnight howls of rooftop dogs

And endless flows of driftwood logs;

As symbols slanting on a page

Leading back beyond our age

To the yawning mouth of our cave;

As hierogplyphs, loaded with bliss,

And the meanings that we gave;

For us to give All, as All is given,

And re-invent what was always written.

Until we return to the womb of our room,

Enveloped by this boundless me,

Eloped into the sea;

Truly gone fishing,

Fell into the well of shooting stars and wishing;

Of where we always are, before our minds go missing.

Here, in the centre,

The central crystal radiance;

We are home;

This is the centre of the Puzzle.