The Lesson

I first noticed the smiling sparrows flying through my fingers
Slowly strolling upon the purple jasmine jungle pathway

Their laughter caused streaking fissures of yellow within my brain
Following them like brown serpents beneath the blue ocean waves

They lead me to a fairy circle and a naked woman
Within her hands, she held a golden chalice filled with red wine

I stood before her as the sparrows circled, opening my mouth
She poured the ancient liquid upon my parched silver tongue

Then she whispered a spell into my awaiting eager ear
Upon hearing her message, I went into a crimson dream

I climbed an amber leafy vine through the lofty milky sky 
Looked down on a confused humanity peering up at me

Twas then I saw the secret through the rays of the burning sun
I descended to mother earth and the bed of the Goddess

I returned to my meager den and kneeled before the altar
Lighting candles of white and gold and incense of dragons blood

I thanked the mother for the lesson I had finally learned
We are all brothers and sisters of the one radiant light 

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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