Presence!

Physical Emergence!
Prints will be exhibited, available to public sight for the first time.
On display March and April 2012 in the Cafe at Good Foods in Lexington.
with beautiful handmade wooden frames graciously provided by David Pilcher.
What better time than now for trance geometry brain waves to animate the populace?

Across the World

every hand in hand
spirit is alive

On the Edge

Time loses meter, form loses substance, the flame dies -
yet may Vibration ever cease?
The culmination, the gripping, the exhilarance!
If ye bones ache with anticipation, know of what i speak.

seed and flower

aware, awash in colormusics
the body a resonance chamber, trembling surges of holy ecstasy
endlessly unfold

Evensong

physical presence or ideal form?
manifestation, perfect becomes flawed- inevitable, horrible, beautiful
      is there hope?
ancestors frown upon our mantle of destiny,
yet not all is absolute
Believers, ye who still see light!
shine unto this dark world

drones upon drones

Awash in waves of vibration! buffeted on all sides by the storm,
an unexpected center of tranquility, ever present, ever elusive

premonitions of limits to come: a concentric offering of greater magnitude
stay tuned to your tuning

Mother Forest

To stand in the forest
twilight mist bear you up
light as a mote
to rest in the branches
sway in the song of the trees
growing, deep bedrock roots
living sacred earth

Uni-verse

one point of existence, one microsecond of time, encompasses all of reality.
culmination of trans-sentient extrasensory epiphany on the verge of an abyss.
speak unto the void, and the void speaketh also unto you.

Season shifting

Lengthening twilight, subtleties in the wind. The deciduous whisper eagerly among each other, and the evergreen brace for the storm. Winter will be long and harsh, a tribulation.
The sun breathes, the drums pound, the holy order   chants    auummmmmm

sacred geoharmonies

For there spilled forth from the heavens innumerable lights, wavering and crying, and fleeing in every direction. And the lamentations of the ritual circles echoed throughout the wasteland, reverberating through the silent cold crevices.
A premonition of musical projects to come, meditative harmony achieved through spiritual wandering, tones unending.
Not all passes, truth unchanging weathers time and distance immortal.
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Merkaba will soon be releasing a split with Wheels within Wheels, a tape on Flenser records
in the meantime, wander HERE for other Merkaba music,
or HERE for the upcoming Xelas full length album.
aaaummmm