I sing the ballad of an ancient rite
one of which is being allowed to birth
through the fullness of a mooning mid-wife
who calls me to enrapture the heating hearth

Here in Caucasus dreams the light begins
to break the seams, rocky pyramid pleasure
infinitely delights, the joy of Lemurian heights
gives mountain scent to golden eagle flight.

I no longer care of the passages concerning techno fright
as I unravel the metallic layers of this sacred plight
the material swine release all holds to my silver pen
allowing the mind's eye to burst forth into dictations of elemental life.

For he sings the ballad of an ancient rite
one of which is being allowed to re-birth
through the ecstasy of a throbbing goddess wife
who screams through the shadows of laughter filled mirth

As the heart converges into one single hole sight
the pounding thunder billows as lightning strikes
the box torn asunder spills forth milky nectar white
overflowing into mists that curl through night time blight

The weather is willowing left of right as winds of change whip
a frenzy of forgotten stories forsworning the darkness
untold as the deep murmurings whisper into tsunami lips
that crush into cave and stone the anguish of a virgin mistress

For she sings the ballad of an ancient rite
one of which is being allowed to co-birth
through the womb of a pan-gaia serving life
pushing the ash ridden phoenix to rise from the surf.

As the glory of gods yell loud and true
the mother of all shrieks pain body crow
no longer hiding in the astral cord zoo
the heavenly body gives into her woes

the blue dragons of sirius follow suit to the wise
and the lady is lifted beyond all enterprise
she gleams in her mantle as light unveils her guise
and her gifts are exemplified through the new child's eyes

For we sing the ballad of an ancient rite
one of which is being allowed to naturally birth
through the family joy of a newborn held tight
who fills the ethers with magnificent worth

The deep love rekindled sparks a pretty flame
as indigo soul favors the lighting of pink sky
the incarnates remember the reason for the game
and all hearts bow with heads held high

They call forth the spirit of the foremother one
as blessings rain upon all that is shared
the pain of limbic separation is finally done
New Earth ascends into the glory of eternal love won.

I have sung the ballad of an ancient rite
one that has already been beautifully birthed
through the golden age egg of a nine month life
which now calls me to live in a spiral kingdom on earth.

Mikael King 11/11/07
Sun • Moon ) Dolmen, Caucasus Mountains, Russia