Awake
Awake Awake and listen to the voices. Cancer’s disfigured hand is pulling the morning light across the city’s ruined land. There’ll be thunder in the warehouse and prophecy over coffee, and the markets trading poison and greed...
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Awake Awake and listen to the voices. Cancer’s disfigured hand is pulling the morning light across the city’s ruined land. There’ll be thunder in the warehouse and prophecy over coffee, and the markets trading poison and greed...
Read MorePosted by williampage | | Lryics, Poetry
Dawn Without abruptness the eyeless dark, edged only in mists over mountains, pulls on...
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Nostalgia I don’t know why I still feel nostalgic for autumns wrapped in God’s company: the...
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I Want to Change my Vision of Death I want to change my vision of death, to trade the inscription and the stone for the eagle above the mountain at dusk; I want red skies instead of ashes and bones. I want to change the shut...
Read MorePosted by williampage | | Conscious Evolution, Consciousness, Essays, Transformation |
To begin I should make it clear that Meher Baba considered himself an avatar, and that what I have...
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