As the sun slowly bows his head at the end of the day
Gold and crimson hues smoulder in a striking array
The disc of life makes a final kiss to the land
Embracing upon the horizon of the desert sands
Flowers gently fold their velvet petals to rest
Birds on a wire fly to comforting nests
Our Divine Artisan paints the hours of the night
Angels travel within the streams of hallowed light
Darkness descends like a flowing timeless silken cloak
The face of the moonlight casts her mysterious shadows to evoke
The vortex of my complex mind
Stirring emotions of a delicate kind
Time to awaken as others all around you softly sleep
A moment to go beyond limitations and reach within deep
A glimpse of the Divine that resides in the heart
Reminding the self that we are never ever to be apart
A moment to be with the only One
A moment for Trinity and Neo
A moment for Love
and the soul to be united with the Whole.
Mythic Journeys: The Documentary
The longest journey
Is the journey inwards
Of him who has chosen his destiny. Dag Hammarskjold.
The world is a traveler’s inn. Afghan saying.
You cannot travel the path until you have become the path. Gautam Buddha.
Sometimes we have to go through the darkness alone, before we can see the light.
The day on which one starts out is not the time to start one’s preparations. Nigerian saying