Mystical Revelation

(written circa 1965)

The things on which I was deciding

came from the place in which 'twas hiding.

And there he sat, and smiling wide.

He knew his house was, and inside.

The smoke which filtered from his lips,

was felt within their finger tips.

"The child and the old man, three,

are not enough for you and me."

His moustache flowed toward his right arm,

And he carried an umbrella on his arm.

And on her head, a big round hat.

Her eyes were slant, just like a cat.

"I'm not just speaking just to you,"

the Master spoke one day,

"but all the people on the ground

and those in every ray."

His fingers burned like glowing coals.

"It's not the world that's full of holes!

But he who made it wants to spin,

and try to let the children in."

"Let's all increase the rhythm,

so the cross has four more bars.

And following the triangle,

we all can reach the stars."

"The heart of love has three side too

but you just think that there's but two.

And from these numbers you must break,

for more than just the earth's at stake."

"The mountain's high and smoking,

but the lady dressed in red,

will open widely up her cape,

and all 'cept he will dread."

But more of this another time

You must go in the way

Or as the bars do frame the fence

Without it you will stay.

"An octave goes from do to do

I just felt fear.

Please don't make me go."

Addendum

I have gone further still

and I'm nearer than then

and the time which I've spent I've been buying.

All worlds are for sale, but it costs a great deal,

to begin with one has to stop trying.