Esotericism – noblethemes

No Change Tolerated

Of course, this board is in play all through the night and day,

But we’re tense because these new pieces don’t make sense;

They’re an altogether disparate group, different from normal,

Different from one another, yet each vociferant in complaints;

They don’t like the rules, stubborn as mules, senseless as fools,

But they came anyway to play, leading us astray from our game,

And nothing’s the same since they came and they’re not tame,

And we have no more patience for their novelty of low quality,

We wish they’d just go away so we could play as always before…

We have an aversion to change, such diversions of perversion

A Gravel Road Called Glory

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

In an esoteric but grand oratory

So I listened to the man so hoary

He said it was a hard road to travel

Your bare feet get cut on the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

But long’s the way without a sound

Why would anyone want to go?

Why would anyone even show?

This is what I wanted to know

As I looked at the falling snow

With a twinkle in his eyes he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

So I found that road called glory

And I have just begun my story

But I’ve walked for many miles

And have had my share of trials

And so sometimes I wonder why

Why should I even bother to try

And I stoop down low and sigh

And I lay down ‘n pray and I cry

But then I remember what he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

And it’s been a hard road to travel

My bare feet are cut by the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

Along this way that’s glory bound

Because . . .

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

In Your Inner Space

Tripping over exotic eye wire, ripping through veil of flesh into your soul

To see the whole of your world, read the scroll of your mystical heart

Not in part but from start of an alluring childhood so misunderstood

But we play there, rest and pray and jest there, sing, dance and hide away

And stay the night till morning dawn in your inner space laced in mystery

No history but what we make our own to own for the two of us in one

And I am happy inside you looking thru your eyes to spy the space outside

Alive more now that I’ve been torn away, born away into your inner space

Shattered and Blown Away

Spinning atop the world as the world blows us away today

Ever so confusing unity in fusion of souls now torn apart

But heartfelt love is an art of delicate balance in eloquence

Yet the cold, dark Cosmos knows nothing of this spirit dance

Or the stance we make and the chance we take to hold on

Even as another mold is shattered by an unseen hand

In command of the destinies of all lovers young and old

Forge in One

Above

Beyond

Being in Love

Try to Respond

Maintain Peace Like a Dove

Without Our Spirits Being Wronged

To Forge in One Our Treasure Trove

Swimming the Sky

Troubled together like waves of the sea

Churning and roiling and fighting to be

One soul with me in you and you in me

To calm the storms in life to live carefree

And to swim the skies in highest degree

With no more terror and nothing to flee

As heaven becomes our reality

Captivated and Conquered

Love comes lightly into my languishing, lonely soul when you lure me into your arms, looking soul-deep into

my eyes, penetrating my fast pounding heart, proclaiming affection in whispered platitudes meant to placate

my all-too-delicate sensitivities so suddenly churning round in my spirit, my self plunging into your sanctuary

but how was I to know you were king of communion, knight of nightly affection, and curator of compassion,

altogether demigod of grace, in passion to never hasten, face to face, lips to lips, our feet and fingers entwined,

but will you keep me like this forever after, never feigning feelings of fervor, never a foreign drumbeat heard

in your soft serenades so sweetly sung in the silence of the sanctity of two soulmates shut off from the world,

and you can believe I would lie here ever beneath you and make your warm body my cold and happy burial

The Land of Lokilict

I Lost my Love in the Land of Lokilict

Where the Pines are Purple and Plush

And Fields Fertile with Fresh Foliage

Where the Rivers Run Red with Roses

And People are Pleasant and Peaceful

Where the Hills Hide Hidden Heliodor

And the Leas Look Like Lemony Lakes

Where the Folks Forage Fruit For Fun

And the Sun in the Sky Shines Serenely

Where the Rains Rain down Reverently

And Sparrows Sing Songs So Splendidly

Where Breezes Blow Back Benevolently

And the Moon Mystifies so Marvelously

Ah! But . . .

I Lost my Love in this Land of Lokilict

Night Flowers of the Child

Bring me flowers of night dear child of light

In your flight of fancy so high, so wild,

Never meek nor mild in this waking dream

When we now possess only what is best

In youth taking wing to bring down a star

From afar off in heaven while we sing,

And smiles come from the flowers you bring