A Gnostic Dream

I. A gnostic dream I dream tonight,
Which guides my quill toward the light
And lifts my soul in fancy flight,
This gnostic dream I dream tonight.

II. And I have heard on down the vine
That dreams as these can bend the mind,
Can whisper truths so seldom heard
And tell sweet tales of those who shine.

III. But how am I to grapple with this 
Burden that I bare?
Why have I been giv’n 
This great calling I now share?

IV. Am I not an utter fool?
Am I not a swine? 
Why am I entrusted with these
Precious truths, divine?

V. I ask these questions of the Sage
Who guides me in my dream.
He answers in familiar tone and
Guides my soul supreme.

 VI. A gnostic dream I dream tonight,
Upon myself I take this plight,
To e’er reflect that holy light, 
Which shined upon my gnostic dream tonight.



When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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