Mind's Arboretum

Black pigments of the pen
Write on the old parchment
Vibrant dots on the stave
From the spheres they descend

Belligerent mayhem
Clashes and aligns
High vibrations blend
Tremendous power climbs

With all wonders combined

Beneath the skeletal lid
The daring sapling branches
They connect and interlace
To new golden buds to raise
The cerebral spider's web
Weaves a constellation bright
In a dusty cellar's ebb
Purifies the stifling night

My perishable form
Empty and so fleeting
Is nourished by the warm
Light that keeps it beating

The harmony of the spheres
Bows down and conquers too
My blood is pulsing and I breathe
In shades of crimson hue

Drifting above the moon

The great reality stream
Lacks its true foundation
And always strikes a deal
With the imagination
As the swan glides and sways
On the belly of the pond
The willow stretches its hair
In the rippling reflection

The note spreads out afar
Before its last sequence
It drowns within the blue space
In the sheer sound of silence

Beneath the skeletal lid
The daring sapling branches
They connect and interlace
To new golden buds to raise
The cerebral spider's web
Weaves a constellation bright
In a dusty cellar's ebb
Purifies the stifling night