The Wheel of the World by Jean Delville

O mighty Shiva,
The thought of thy name uplifts my soul;
The utterance of an old verse:
Om Trayambakam Yajamahe,
Makes me rise once more.
Come oh Greatest of All,
Purify my corrupted shell.
Join me in battle,
Destroy all that is vile;
Thrust upon thy kin.
We are trapped,
In a thousand year dream;
To awake to the divine hymn.

A dance like no other I saw,
A star died, from that seed a universe will grow.

Om Namah Shivaya,
Om Namah Shivaya,
Om Namah Shivaya…

From my book Morpheus

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by Sean Cheetham

So many scrapped ideas,
So many forgotten dreams,
Are we just trash machines?

Winter nights are slow,
A good time for all,
Some shiver, some exit the show.

Hello friend reading this,
Is there someone you miss?
Or have you found your bliss?

Tell me what you think,
Was this wasted ink?
All can change in a blink.

Takiyasha casts her final spell,
Summons a Gashadokuro from the depths of hell,
Glow do the letters on the Silver Bell.

What do your eyes see?
Maybe in the crowd you’ll find me,
How strange would that be.

I’d like to shake your hand,
Ask if you can help with the end,

From my book Morpheus

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