BLOOD OF THE BLACK OWL

1. VISIONS OF STRIX NEBULOSA

~Vision I~

Sleep now my friend...
Hibernate...
Dream your dreams...
Nestle (hibernate),
Deep in your soil.
Hibernation...
Hibernate,
The snow will fall,
And encrust the ground.
Slopes,
Hills,
Plains covered.
Hibernate...
It covers your trails...
In excistence.
Hibernate,
Let your slumber wander,
Into the forgotten spaces...
Hear silence,
And see without eyes.
Hibernation...
Converse with the ones who left long ago...
Hibernation...
Drink deeply...
Hibernate...
Drink deeply...
Ancestral waters.
Become without age,
Without flesh.
Sleep,
Hibernate,
Sleep,
Now my friend.
Hibernate until the final hours,
And then crawl,
Into the light,
Of your wisdom...

~Vision II~

Awaken...
Awaken...
Awaken...
Awaken...

~Vision III~

...Minutiae...Intolerance...Minutiae...
The ever growing, unrelenting obsessions,
Obsessions.
That keep us scraping in the dark.
For those infinitesimal scraps of light.
To few and far between.
Or not at all
So I eat the moon...
In an effort to digest sleep.
I invite it!
To become my sweat...
Much less blind (Now).
We can sink.
Into bottomless oceans.
With the knowledge of stars and planets,
Beat one with the other.
Exhail the mist of time to animals.
With whom, I now swim and understand...
So I eat the sun...
In an effort to digest thought.
I invite it!
To become my eyes...
The universe is at a loss for words.
Totems... Of paralell worlds and time.
Totems...
Are made as sentinals.
Totems...
Sculptures erected,
In the deepest of waters
Totems...
The psychic web created...
Connected through speech of dreams...
Totems...
Totems...
Totems...
So I eat the moon...
Totems...
In an effort to digest sleep.
I invite it...
Totems...
To become my skin.
Totems...
Totems...


AT THE HEAD OF THE WOODS

2. HERE I STAND

Here I stand
On the edge
No sight
No sound
Consumed by black
It is here that I will die
It is here that I must move on
Like the dawn of a new day
The rising of our sun
I step from the edge
My body splits in two
Former self
And self to be
We fall from life
Silently

We move by day
And by night
The sun sets
We take flight
Our bodies are grounded
On earth our mother
Our souls adrift to find another
A new realm of consciousness
and thought
Our souls drift back
To a world we once forgot

A world hidden for so long
Another train of thought
Another plain of being
Seeing is nothing
Feeling is believing
So on we must
On we must