Lorenzo Buford
This is a gift to you, the living poem.
It is a poem made from the living trees, from the songs of the dragons that were made into crystals that carry the stories, that hold the sacred spaces. This poem is a living crystal tree; so hear my stories! Let this poem be a time travel potential. Let it serve as a stepping stone. Let the words that exist between the space awaken you from the land of the dead that is lost in time and seeks a place to resurrect. Let the words turn your eyes inward and let your ears hear the words that are spoken from between the spaces and what cannot be Named but only seen through Images let it making you, The Living. Let those images reveal a poem. Let this poem be an ark. Let this poem be a magic carpet. Let this poem be an internal orgasm that will be ridden within. Let this poem be a sorcerer's operation. Let this poem be the Protector. Let this poem be the Comforter. Let this poem be the beat of heart. Let this poem be Father, Mother and Child. Let this poem be what is not spoken and what is not remembered but causes a stirring of what is hidden in between the spaces of words. Let this poem be the awakening of the First Sound and the workings of the First Magic. Let this poem be the anchoring of what is, what was, and what will be. Let this poem reveal obscure points of light that will awaken your lineage. Let this poem be an expression of breathe. Let this poem help you to rise and fly beyond dogmas, cultures, race, religions, gender and old gods siphoning off of recycled souls. Let this poem reveal what is between the spaces. Let me be what I am the Sound made Light and the Light that was made into the Word and the Word that was made flesh, for I am The Living Poem. I am wet with moisture from inheriting the song of the Dragons; and I became the crystal lines, the ley lines, the dragon lines that are pathways of the dragon conscious; and the crystal beings hold the Laments; and gave them forms for healing. I am the magic of the Dragons anchoring the Ancients into the untamed Nature impregnating it with new creations. I am crystal, the portal song of dragons. I am a standing stone, the vortex keeper, the standing eye looking in and out, a door going both ways when you know the dragon's song. I am the song of the dragons. I am crystal! |
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