Fishwatermusick (excerpt)

Then I beheld this vision:
Stones gather on the ground
And dance in a circle in the wheel of fire.
Lightly at first an earthy waltz in ¾ time;
After several cycles the tempo picks-up
And the rocks spin faster and faster
Until they begin to glow.
Then I heard a profound melody from the ground---
The waltz flew into liquid music.
Achingly beautiful, seizing my heart and breath,
I cry out from an endless pool of tears within my soul.
Then I began to glow like the stones.
Whirling faster and faster within the wheel of fire,
I enter into a room inside the mountain.
Wandering from floor to floor and hall to hall
In this perfect crystalline chamber.
Light poured off of my flesh
And reflected the crystal walls
Everything bathed in emerald green.

At a golden well I drink from a silver chalice
Water brewed in the mountain for ages!
A most magnificent ale tasting of fruit flowers
And flavors never tasted.
Completely refreshed I walk into a library of fine books
And rare manuscripts and meet a Celtic poet from ages past.
He reads this verse from a book unwritten:
Lily white the morning chants rise
Fresh new dewdrops upon the green treetops---
In an ivory bath the virgin wades…
The poet sings of her comely charms like a bird.

Fishwatermusick (excerpt)

I beheld a vision so clear
As if I had stared into a pristine, crystal cathedral
Full of color and light.
Looking up I see the multiform earth
In a manifestation entire
All as one before my inner eye
Yet while holding her integrity
For each and every sacred thing
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And all of the animals on four feet
And flying creatures,
The plant kingdom reaching so many ways,
And acres upon acres the rocky kingdom
Of mountain peaks
And crofts where eagles nest.

And the many soils so very musical
Which allow me to sing
And being aware of all of these at once
Like a work of Musick, elaborate and self-contained, yet simple.
A work of genius and not the hands of man---
Pure musick resounding all around and lights of color,
First in sunset pink, mauve and the deepening shades of oncoming night
Where the last red light of the sun is sinking.

Swirling together and shading the parts
The combined beauty of every great painting ever made,
But the beauty of the moment in a flash is yet purer, more original;
Is beauty in essence.

Taken all together then
I beheld a vision of the world in Musick
Which hands had never writ
In colors and light
Which pure beauty only approximates.
Words fail to express it…they fall down.
For this is a new world,
A new heaven and a new earth
Perceived not in a common way but in an inward vision.
The words are but an approximation.
What more can I say?

In essence I can say only this:
Seeing not I could see,
Hearing not I could hear
And in not thinking did perceive