"He who dies before he dies, does not die when he dies" -Abraham of Santa Clara Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we fall through Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do not fall Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do There are forces at work here beyond This Realm of Self in which we reside A call to consciousness with no response Another view from that vanquished other side May this healing crisis Unmask the faceless All those who occupied my peripheries (Fever Builds) Silent flakes of snow bite your tongue Until their angles and hardlines grow soft Atomic winter, a drifting dormant sun Boundaries and bridges all a blur Your life spans, my disconnected dots (Fever Breaks) May this healing crisis Make known the nameless Who colonized my soul When the other side took hold Hiding in a healer's Sacred heart, the worst disease- Caverns of atria, Black holes of empathy. Where pale and distant Shapes made of shadow speak Forms in a feedback loop Of abandoned memory... Allied in our open wounds, We bleed venom and wild flowers bloom, They give way To the side-winding vine, To the brambles of time. Love's first creation was loss. Red-shifted horizon looms, Echo chamber of self-imposed solitude Mass and weight fall away My true nature escapes What was boundless now stands consumed. Refiner's Fire Ancestral Flame MAKER OF LIGHT Radial Voices Recursive Planes Engaging only this moment, While the patterns erase Mandalic sand BATHED IN BLOODLINES A desperate plea to stay present, In the ember's embrace Non-attachment retreats In a pillar of steam Another mantra in splinters At the Maker's feet Precepts deconstructed, Focus, going astray I refuse to Burn Falling Forward Through fevered visions, Silence devouring its own tail. Unbroken circle, Grant us the crisis needed to heal, Through fevered visions, Silence devouring its own tail. Unbroken circle, Grant us the crisis needed to heal