The Aten Ascensions

Written by Strazi (2018)

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Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

The heydays of the heavens are deep and wide with crystal harp canopies.

Let our prime perceptions sharpen to the other side,

with guidance grand and kin of our legacy

The furnace of ascension sunken deep into the oceanic monster of marvel

The tide orchestra, woven song and structured sound

Magnetized intentions into the cellular organics of magnificent mention

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Man is the monster to marvel, as outside eyes wish to control our manipulative humdrum

We are the starlight eternal, skinned with suns and freckled satellites.

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

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The heydays of the heavens are deep and wide with crystal harp canopies

As our prime perception sharpens to the other side

Those who venture into the clear and clearly undefined clearness-

The frost frozen melt spectrum of the haze garden grace

Find a feast of friends in the harvest of their heavenly fruit

With dances of Earth ascensions in her roots

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

The subtle richness of a pure capture

Severely expansive, rooted raw rhythms of evasive infinite

The liquid dream is shaped into the chariot chalice

With grace, grandeur and green gold

Who is the whiteness of this pure capture?

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

By the self initiated discovery of true self.

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Grace love, dance your magical moments of joy infinite

Inundate your child with the bliss of freedom

Purge the heart from the wicked wilderness of horns and thorns

Bleed us into the realms of light

Birth me into sweet delight

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Take my hand and stride flight my eye into the sacred flame, once again

Open my realm of mystic operation

Where hands in feathered magnetics swing open veracious visions

Take me beyond, once again, both time and space

Let me resonate conceptions of divine dream,

Awoken awkwardly in harsh times

Thrown sunken deep wholeheartedly, to the drowning man, a philosopher’s stone

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Motioned mercurial mirrors of magic

To hasten the holy human home

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Close your eyes to dream into liquidated silvery silence

Open your inner eye to awaken profound palaces

Of pristine promise, posture and prayer in prime prisms

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Directly documenting the motif of miraculous motions

To the souly strangest and serious circumstances of my local loving life

The scenes are sancrosantly weird inside the green gold mine

A divine vine, here is where I grow mine

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Behold the child of ourselves, found the fortunate fall in saving oneself

Behold the darken corners, illuminate the wells clean crystal compass

I love you

Tears

Voice of Creator in beat

Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.

Listened to Soul,

Microcosmic intuition of the Fire in Water

Holding the flaming torch of liquid gold

Upon this orbicular nurse with her swirling curls of movement

I am

the monster of marvel

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Aten. Into the Sun

And back Within.