Soul Weaver
Sun sets softly in linen blue sky
Towards it flock of geese will fly
Among the tall grass Stonehenge will lie
From the distant realm God will look upon his creation with divine eye
Through the center stone during summer solstice when it is in zenith sun one can see
But that does not reveal Stonehenge’s destiny
Exactly why in the center of this beautiful meadow stones erected would be
That is the enduring mystery
Numbers can grow beyond infinity beyond all control
But what is their limit from point of view of the soul
Even if one breaks the laws of physics one does not reach the soul
What is the power of stone circle if it can weave that very soul?
As vortex suspends time
The vortexes of soul weaver suspend next profanity beyond time
The depth of numbers created there is sublime
Anyone who can use them to their advantage is nearly divine and prime
If one wishes to go beyond destiny
One must leave behind numbers and their continuity
The abyss one must see
But soul weaver in his next step can go beyond destiny and to that point attached philosophy
All this will come to pass when in the center of Stonehenge flower will grow
Flower of spellbinding beauty from which sun’s rays will flow
Flower that from silver blue tears of the moon will grow
Flower in the center of stone circle through which spirit like wind will blow
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