Galactic Tale

PART I : PARADISE


Galactic broken heart
When destiny fails.
Silent earthquake
Underground,
On top a paradise
Trying to keep whole.
I will be whole.
Oasis on the moon,
In your heart I've found
Pockets of Love,
Where my roots grow
Eternally deep.

Your Universe
Is colliding with mine.
Your Universe
Is colliding with mine.
My whole universe
Is melting into yours.
I'm seeing rainbows in the stars,
I'm dancing on heaven's floors.


PART II : SCHOOL OF SOULS


She watches them play,
Sons and daughters of fate,
In an endless tug of war,
Of good and evil.
She wishes to soar
To the land above the clouds,
Where she can be one
With the Author of Peace.

Galactic calamity
When destiny fails.
Two platters full of choice,
Fear is an easy meal
That creates another person
Inside your person,
A bowl of desert
Steaming peacefully,
Exciting the mind,
Yet drowning the soul.
Two platters full of choice,
Mystery aroma stings,
Melting your thoughts,
In a giddy stew,
Drugging your emotions,
The ground gives in,
You fall on a cloud
Into the embrace
Of the Author of Peace.
The soul is whole.

A student
In a school of souls,
Trying to master fate.
The equinox of destiny.
The flame bearer dies,
And rises in another.
She led me to you;
You burn with the same flame.
Blossoms on a thorn.
Unconditional love.
The treasure of the Age.

Your Universe
Is colliding with mine.
Your Universe
Is colliding with mine.
My whole universe
Is melting into yours.
I'm seeing rainbows in the stars,
I'm dancing on heaven's floors.

Child of light
She has killed
Her other person
And embraced
Her Mystery.
Familiar cave
Safe and secure
She has left
And embraced
The mystical light.
Her soul awakes
Eternally,
Her soul is bright
From deep within,
Vibrant burning
Like the heart
Of a new star.
Spirit soaring
Across galaxies,
She is one
With all vibration,
Life's beautiful sound.
She is one
With all alive.
She is Cosmos.


PART III : THE WARRIOR


Armed with all
The tools of grandeur,
A man remembers
The runes of his soul;
Its the year of the warrior,
His Spirit unhinged.
Armed with all
The tools of grandeur,
He paints the rainbows
In the storms,
He paints the veins
In lily petals.
No more wasting of words
On blind eyes,
Smeared mirrors,
Smothered
In the delusions of the physical,
But the soul has
an eternal reflection.
Quiver full of splendour,
He paints the rainbows
In the stars
And dances to
The aqueous purrs
Of a Bodhi violin.
He looks up Into a pair
of her eyes eternal
Infinitely starring
The Mountain Queen.
In them he glimpses eternity.
He is not alone.

On a mission to author
A divine destiny;
Unconditional Love.
Half my words

reside in another.
I will be whole.
I will stay here
In the beginning and the end.
I will walk
The Internal Landscapes.
I will reside
In this Dreamscape,
And hope I will never
Ever wake,
Scribing the equinox of destiny,
As we dance to the tune
Of the stars above,
Or do they dance to ours?
Half my words
Sleep inside another,
Until our quills
Shall write as one,
I shall say no more.
I shall write
these songs no more.
No flowery verses of poetry,
The very landscape of my soul.
Until our quills
Shall write as one,
I will be a Bard no more.
A Bard no more.
I will be whole.

Tichakunda Michael Majena (2015)