This morning I awoke with a vision of what could only be described as a new heavens and a new earth, a new state of consciousness or heaven that gives rise to a new pattern of manifestation or earth. I realize that in writing this I am not the first to experience this vision, but …
Halls of Amenti by Gregg Hake Em'rald figure in the hall Bids me forward through the pall. Cycles shifting old to new Though the sight is not askew. Vision narrowed by dark straits Kens not past the lies and hate. "Lift thine eyes and drop to knee; I have much to show to thee."
Hear Me Well by Gregg Hake Evil spirits, hear me well: You've come to cast your evil spell, But in my house you shan't prevail I've weighed my heart and checked the scale. A feather tipped the 'posing tray My heart is light and pure today You seek my friends, to run them through But …
Eternal Dart by Gregg Hake Muse of science, muse of art Catching life’s eternal dart As optimism springs anew Novelty doth life imbue.
Morning dawns are you ready? by Gregg Hake Mist rising from lake below Air rich with summery scents Infusing earth's crescendo Heart is filled with what presents. All things made new Not one refrain Doth nature feign I heed her cue. My world today unfolds A new song, a new day Infused with fresh bouquet …
Enemies of Truth by Gregg Hake My enemies are craven Lurking in dark halls Heeding when fear calls Loving idols self graven. In shadowy vexation They labor in vain Enveloped in pain Praying for liberation. But freedom comes not to those Who jail me above And hate all I love Enslaved as long as they …
Sometimes remembering the outstanding actions or words of another is the best way to reconnect both heart and mind to the inexhaustible well of inner strength. So doing allows you to put matters into perspective, to gain either altitude or distance from the challenge you face or the problem with which you are wrestling. William …
Sudden Light by Dante Gabriel Rosetti I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's …
Gregory Hake 