Dimensions
Yes, I can see, I believe and know.
Of such great sadness, upon masses of people.
Search I have of simple wellness and peace.
My mind has been shackled by demons of practice.
Of one step a poison, and the other a treatment.
Consuming of life, of a truly lesser understanding.
For of how these latter days, and such forgotten,
of secret knowledge of sickness of practice?
So to say of a newer generation of a united people,
who know not, of an ancient doctrine of alchemy?
Of not one to raise concern, for many masses,
affected and so many buried?
Once people knew to drink their own new wine,
in new wine skins. Yet, knowing of now, wine is but the carrier
of a nights forgetfulness and numb of whereabouts.
People warred a great sect of doctorism of a dark allure.
Justice served for those afflicted.
For those who had not seen, knew.
Those who did not hear, understood.
As this writing flows from me, I too can sense a truth of purity
of the mind in knowledge of life.
A truth of sacredness, to sustain a whole in knowledge the body.
Keepers of the written word, could speak, and the folds of people may hear,
Yet, only a few would consequently understand.
Perhaps an aware generation of newly acquired power,
Yet, unknowing of what has been hidden.
There in the minds of the young and embedded in the eldest,
A doctrine of proportionate magnitude.
I write knowing I am the affected, of my youth, of health, but not of spirit,
and there a difference. Channels of water flowing from a dimension.