The pendulum decides
What is wrong ;
What is right
And it truly belongs
To the medium
Who sees fantoms
From the earth-dom
To the sky-dom
The windy movement of the air
Transforms the oscillation of its heir
With his psychic abilities
The diviner tries to understand
And to vainly unveil the trees
And their oneiric dreamland
Into the yes, into the no
In the wilderness down below
Therefore the pendulum
And its medium
Are the same entity
That search for empathy
Together they sing their anthem
The pentacle is their emblem
And they swing in synchrony
Again and again and in harmony
Like a scribe
It inscribes
A movement
A tangent
To the right
To the left
His true sight
Has no cleft
Balancing their energies
They release the opacity
To replace it with daisies
They have the same identity
Spreading love instead of hate,
The pendulum is engraved like a sword
It perfectly describes a person's fate
And again it can't be ignored
The pendulum goes back and forth
Then continuing forth and back
Leading the diviner to the north
In his life there is no more lack
Waving and waving,
The pendulums swing.
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Collection of Mystical Poetry
PoetryHere you will find a collection of english poetry. It will deal with such themes as empowerment, nature, feminism, open mindsets or spirituality.
