Hierophant

I grip the shifting sands, the drifting dirt. I pull the earth and let fall through these rough fingers. I pull the power of raw nature. I feel the matter of all things, the push and pull as gravity wills. I raise my right hand to the sovereign sun my flesh awash in its righteous energies, I feel the power of one. I am but the neophyte on this fleeting raw rare ragged earth, feeling it rage through the depth of eternal space! My head held in obedience of the natural order, the law of creation, the rule of the land, the opposite of chaos. I see the ties that bind the links between and around humanity's hearts! I feel the secrets of the Sacred and Profane… the mechanization of magics n science, the rhythm under the world and in-between. I know the bindings of man to heaven and hell, the void of oblivion, the darkness’s outer reach. In the great tower at the center of a busy city on a desolate plain, at the back of an airport Lounge, on a runaway train… I feel the course of humanity. I teach the infidel and bless the passing of ragged souls on this fleeting earth, in this moment of breath caught in retracting oxygen… …held suspended in the aftermath. I see all embraced in the afterglow! For I am a Shaman of many and on many earths. I am the Hierophant a divine moment, sublime.