Follow the call,
your silent whisper,
the one within
find some silence,
where the soul escapes,
into new oblivion,
a deeper meditation than most,
where thought evaporates,
as a quiet mist
delve deep within,
and uncover
the ancient
magic,
a spellbound
catastrophe,
is that
it was lost
recall and remember,
the gnostic matrix,
a place of hypnosis,
that’s the serpent’s
greatest charm
you are stronger,
you are still there
a discrete traveler,
through the realms
of present change
By IrieSide
Beautiful thoughts especially in the peace of morning.