Newage Thoughtstream

A pebble makes ripples A ripple makes waves A wave overtakes you And ushers in a new age And a thoughstream Of my creation Creeps onto the page Is the end beginning Or the beginning just arriving Am I dead to the world now Just merely surviving On the event horizon The prophecy unfolds Mysticism of the Gnostics Never grows too old To relate to today As the age is now turning In the blaze unconsuming The big bush still burning Dragon God Quetzalcoatl Your feathers of gold Spread your scaly wings now As the ways of the old Are surfacing once again As the Mayans are arriving On a spaceship of lightning The so called Satan Is every ounce of wisdom The oligarchs hide wisely Only the open Can restore hope The fate of our future Dangles from the rope Of a brach on the Tree of life