I sat at the edge of the ocean while the lightly lapping waves shushed the sand and pebbles with a soothing rhythm, attempting to pull my limbs into a half lotus like posture proved pitiful as the knees and ankles were no longer as supple as my mind was about the passing of time. Closing my eyes, inhaling long and deep through both nostrils, holding, retaining still holding I attempt to hear with my temples, pausing before exhaling fully with vigour and closing and pausing again before inhaling and listening to the singing sound within. Breathing in and out in rythmetic contentment, my eyes closed my thoughts marshal themselves and want to ramble and go spacing but I ‘v had years of practice at herding them back to the corral,the energy is focused on breath energy before my backbone, and somehow, I am in suspension.

A gentle warmth envelops me and I release all the tension that I use to bind my mind and its attachments. I open my eyes the sun is close to setting over the ocean and we are linked by the dazzling pathway the shimmering palanquin of reflected refractions of the sacred sunlight - the angels’ highway - is evident before me. Mesmerized I gaze like a child and I revel in my own bedazzlement and I indulge in my indulgence.

I close my eyes and the after image lives on and on and on as I breathe with it, and travel and travel, deep, deep, deep within

In ainm Dé In ainm Dé In ainm Dé Solus Dé Dé Light

Ah yes! ag dul abhaile!

Along the angels highway when my departure comes about, I hope to take my leave from here And go without a shout or doubt. That my life’s yearnings, My great wish to just come home And be with Mother Nature, Alive and all alone. All alone without attachments Free to soar like the falcon high Like a grain of sand across the desert Like the blue that’s in the sky Oh! How this spirit loves to fly. Fly away from all the maya, This illusion called the world By myriads in the media “Slaveens” of the absurd “Ignorami” of the “word.”

In the beginning there was energy Known by Gnostics as a sound, The Om, the first vibration Before matter came to town. Back then when I was simpler And there wasn’t much around

Just air and ether 'Twas the friction made the sound, The sound - that sound that’s still around.

Along the Angel’s Highway I hope to dance my soul’s departure Merging in the bright sun rays, Infinitesimal in the dark, Lonely echoes in the night dogs bark.

Yes it will be my spirit twilight cruising, Reaching out to souls in pain, Let them not depart in vain, But realise what is religio,

That their temple is within, And trusting in the breath that’s there now, Surrender fully and begin.

Begin. November 2nd 2004