Songs of the Mysteries
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By Mark Golding
Published on 03/25/2010
21 Songs of Mystery....
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Oh, hear this call, this raise to
arms, for only those alert shall know thy path. To see, to know that
path that is, the holy route to bliss of truth.
For in this guise, our form of birth, we only know such truth awaits, for those of fur and fin know not the gift bestowed of birth.
The clarion is raised again! Awaken you, who sleeps wide eyed, but knoweth not the scope of life, in all its majesty.
The flight to heav'n, our golden path, is glistening for our sight alone, for with the lure of destined peace, we can alone pursue.
The portent of the roulette wheel, of karma's spin, and threadlike hold, doth keep us, you and I involved, for only 'til the night times fall.
When co-incide, and sure align, are gifted through the scourge of form, then glimpsed we see that jewel of hope, betipped upon the highest mount that one might climb, yet higher still we travel in, and on the holy path.
Now, seize this path, and place thy foot upon the first and treasured tread, with firm and steady faith that knows the light within.
And over time shall we progress o'er one and twenty paces true, to reach the goal, the dream, the light, the grail of destiny.
The chance is now, with eyes and form of human ken, who have the threads of love within, so I attest faint hearted one, look not away, your fellow man depends upon thy sacrifice, you that shall tread the path.
Forgo those riches spread around that lure and tease thy sense, and be that guide that gathers gold, in yours, the purest heart.
And I shall follow you my friend, with surest faith in that you are, for as we travel side to side, my sister she shall pick me up, and brother he will nourish me, and I in turn will be with you, eternal on this holy quest, of noble ways.
Written and published by Mark Golding - Spiritual Organic - The Organic Home
For in this guise, our form of birth, we only know such truth awaits, for those of fur and fin know not the gift bestowed of birth.
The clarion is raised again! Awaken you, who sleeps wide eyed, but knoweth not the scope of life, in all its majesty.
The flight to heav'n, our golden path, is glistening for our sight alone, for with the lure of destined peace, we can alone pursue.
The portent of the roulette wheel, of karma's spin, and threadlike hold, doth keep us, you and I involved, for only 'til the night times fall.
When co-incide, and sure align, are gifted through the scourge of form, then glimpsed we see that jewel of hope, betipped upon the highest mount that one might climb, yet higher still we travel in, and on the holy path.
Now, seize this path, and place thy foot upon the first and treasured tread, with firm and steady faith that knows the light within.
And over time shall we progress o'er one and twenty paces true, to reach the goal, the dream, the light, the grail of destiny.
The chance is now, with eyes and form of human ken, who have the threads of love within, so I attest faint hearted one, look not away, your fellow man depends upon thy sacrifice, you that shall tread the path.
Forgo those riches spread around that lure and tease thy sense, and be that guide that gathers gold, in yours, the purest heart.
And I shall follow you my friend, with surest faith in that you are, for as we travel side to side, my sister she shall pick me up, and brother he will nourish me, and I in turn will be with you, eternal on this holy quest, of noble ways.
Written and published by Mark Golding - Spiritual Organic - The Organic Home