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Mantra of Meaning

This is the day I remember
Towering high above the heavens
Above dreams
Above intentions
Pulling it all together,
to stand even up with the Ongoing.
Prevailing beyond any limits

Standing tall with Clarity, a new friend
Leaving the old behind like a ship at sea,
Sailing the deep ocean.

Deeper, deeper I go,
In always in, with eyes closed.
Sailing the seas of eternity
The journey in, always in.
Connecting with living things
The Great Web of Life.
And I blending it into my sense of things.

A sky of feeling,
A world of Aliveness
A movement of meaning
Standing in alignment with the Good that was Intended
Seeing with new eyes beyond the veil
Beyond reason
Beyond a world filled with things known.

This is the day of New Beginnings
The long road to Everywhere,
Prevailing above it all, as sound you cannot hear.

Reaching with invisible fingers for Real Meaning.
Stretching yourself into places never seen.
One hundred fifty stories high and counting.
Dressed in a Vehicle of Sound.
Invisible to the given eye.
The land of the Unsaid.
Above the reddish brown haze of Otherworlds.
The grieving worlds of the Lost
That lays claim on land, sea, and sky,
Who would take and not give.

I see them in the night
Deeper I go with eyes open,
The Shadows of Sound.
Standing still, dressed in uniforms,
Insignias of whose honor?

Deeper I go
for this is the day I remember.
The long awaited day
that would give meaning to what my eyes see,
my hand can touch,
peering deep inside feeling.
A Slender-Body-Self moving as sound above the flame.
Moving into the worlds of the unspoken.

Billboards and magazine racks,
Subliminal messages in a Land of Non-Meaning.
The Gift of History,
Invisible Owners.

This is the day I remember that I may have strength to endure,
To stand above the raging storm,
That I may draw meaning from places I long to remember.
Places of Good Hearts,
Within reach, when all movement is deliberate,
Focused.
Deeper, deeper I go, beyond the winged, beyond Light,
Deep inside Sound, sound you cannot hear.

You dream your way there,
The Deepest Longing.

Deeper, deeper I go,
In always in with eyes closed.
I am going Home.
I have been gone so long.
But now I am going Home,
Deeper, deeper I go.

Joe Nelson Icet
July 10, 2003

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