Schammasch - Metanoia

The sands of time no longer
speak in tongues of persuasion,
an ocean changed in form and
sound to swallow thee.

The dust of silence procreates
but fades immediately as I observe
the sphinxes vanish in the winds.

I know his day is nigh,
I know the night must die.
Revealing lasting peace
beyond all fragile woe.

I feel the void extending,
I feel the self transcending.
Dimensions falling down
beneath the open eye.

I look around myself and witness
dreams and dreams and dreams,
I am surrounded but untouched
by all things ill-conceived.

The strangest forms appear
to me in everlasting streams
to renew illusion's seed that
no thing will ever be relieved.

Void is mind itself,
and mind itself is void.

A presence of the absence
of will is speaking from
beyond the veils of lunacy,
reminding me of what I am.

I know the I is falling,
I know these roots are sprawling.
For benediction comes through
him who is in all.

I feel them flowing through my veins,
I feel them slowly breaking chains,
and reason resignates with unexpected grace.

Receive the silent voice,
the sound of transformation.
Receive the silent voice,
the sound of transformation.

Flame of consciousness, flame of knowledge,
flow through me and pervade my physical body.
Pervade my higher spirit, light my path and every
step I take, so that I am able to guide myself,
to wander in brightness and with fortitude.

The mountains of being and the depths of reality,
and give me the strength to surrender to whatever
is and may be with silence and acceptance.