ONE
In the path of the snake
A shade stood amid the sunshine
Watching the desert sand
Realising time has no meaning here
Deep within the thought form world of the inner planes
Enter the seeker
In search of the Red Skin
The bearer of the answers awaits
So way ahead the canyon walls close in
And the loner lives in the isolated cave
Away from the world
Oracle of the forgotten age
Suffering the dreams of a world
The outside place
Created as paradise …
In which facets of the same diamond
Suffer the dreams of separation
Locked tight in the claws of their fears
In a world changed by thinking alone
TWO
The music led him far away
The Seeker leaving his thought form world
As fresh air …
It was his destiny to pass the guardians
Through the portal into the other world
In search of the Red Skin
To attempt to find the answer to the mystery
For he sensed he was an oracle
But lacked memory of that time
Or that place
Or the deeds
And he deemed the Red Skin
Free of mortal restraints
Would hold the key to the awareness
And the spirit memories
So he could be the record keeper
And give him that what he sought ….
But out there
He saw the Ancient One
The true record keeper with his familiar mask
And then the seeker left that place
With empty hands
Without the answer
Because he knows it anyway
The stillness is complete
There is no need to recall
For what was has passed
And he should concentrate on the what will be
To ensure it is that which was written
To ensure the balance to the circle ….