Category: Releases

In the beginning, all was void and without form,
And the cosmos was but a mote upon the face of the deep.

An unknown grain of sand upon some distant shore,
Once could have shamed the cosmos,
And a fleck of dust floating in a sunbeam,
Could once have known greater breadth and reach,
For a water drop once could have carried the cosmos
into the sea to be lost forever.And so it was, but all begins now,
From our initial cause to our aftermath.
Let it be reverence to look upon the sky;
Knowing it once might have hidden under a pebble,
From the sharpest of gazes.
But all begins now, for now; forever.Distance and time; here and now
Is forever where all begins;
And forever from the first cause.All begins now, from first cause to final darkness,
For even the cosmos will know final sleep.

All begins now, from that first mote
Exploding into a greatness beyond the dreams of gods.

Fury is an all-boiling fire, the force of which knows no end.

Written in the stars are faint memories
Of a blinding epoch of unknowable wrath.

Radiate beyond light; boil and expand.
Young cosmos, exploding through time,
Boil in a rage greater than light.

Surge through a space greater than time.
Boil with a rage greater than time.

Radiate beyond light; boil and expand,
Young cosmos, stretching through time,
Boil in a rage greater than light.

Surge through a space greater than time
With the rage of a lightless fire.

Boil in in a rage greater then time,
For a mote becomes ultimate grandeur.

Radiate beyond light; boil and expand.
Young cosmos, exploding through time,
Boil in a rage greater than light.

From the centers of stars to the blood of every Earthly creature,
Creation is aflame; exploding into unknowable greatness.

Fire – creating, molding, shaping,
Cosmos – descendant, ascendant, transcendent,
From one the other explodes.

Firehewn is all – the heavens above; the Earth below.Condensation forms as cosmos from fire;
Ashes of creation to forever re-enflame.Firehewn is all – the essence of this world
And all others.Firehewn is all – the essence of our heavens;
The essence of time itself.

From fury is come that which has built the heavens and this earth.

Now, the essence of sight is free.
Now, radiance and creation are one.

Essence comes aglow, and the cosmos afire,
For the first light is the grandest.Let there be light!
Let there be wonder!
Let there be heavens that can be seen!
Let there be sight!
Let there be endless awe!
Let there be a cosmos that can be known!

Gathering nebulous fires
Determine the shapes of great things,
For the flash of the past is the explosion of now
As the eons build.
For the flash of the past is the motion for now
As the eons form.

See now the shapes of the eons built.

Rise, the heavens we know:
Orb, ellipse, vortex, and chaos.
Rise, energy passes, essence takes form:
Orb, ellipse, vortex, and chaos.Gathering nebulous fires:
Orb, ellipse, vortex, and chaos.
For the flash of the past is the motion for now:
Orb, ellipse, vortex, and chaos.

Fire, ashes fire; – creation upon creation –
The cosmos finds new life as the epochs pass.

Let light fall upon creation’s distant realms.

Vaporous seas of essence
– once distant –
Now entwining,
Bear the vortexes that bear the cosmos light.May creation – in all its beauty – shine with bounteous light.Cosmos afire – cosmos alight –
And starshine falling from unknown height,
With promise of grandeur and promise sight
Kept through darkness and cosmic might.

Now is when stars build the cosmos.

From creation to creation
And fire to fire
The Stars no longer wander alone
To sing from the face of the deep.

Now is the epoch of worlds.

Glorious creation becoming grander
And singing more loudly with distinct harmony
And bearing countlessly beautiful infinities,
Foster now the stages upon which great dramas
May soon enact.

Born of stars, countless worlds roil
In the order and chaos of creation.
And so in endless manifestations
Form and beauty pass into existence.

Somewhere, in a corner of the cosmos,
Long since lost to time,
When stars were young,
That which we know had its genesis.

And so from the remnants of ancient stars long dead,
Somewhere, a center was found and destiny followed.
And in a sightless, blind light, this young creation first cried
– In a rage beyond time – the tears that formed existence
And in a fresh, young light, a newborn star first shined
And pulled the surrounding dust into vortexes.
And so from the remnants of ancient stars long dead,
Life has came to our Sun and life has come to our Earth.Glory to the dead stars, the dust of which reached across the cosmos,
To come upon itself and so beautifully forge a reality beyond dreams.Glory to our Sun!
Glory to our Earth!Glory to our Sun!
Glory to our Earth!
Glory to the stars above!
Glory to our beautiful cosmos!

Echoes of the cosmos boil still within this tiny world,
For all the Earth was once the sky,
With the same cosmic storms now inside.
So as the Earth has fallen, the mountains rise;
Reaching back to heavens so far away.

The cosmos lives brilliantly through our tiny world,
For the stars that gave us life have now gone by,
But our hallowed, graceful mountains shall always rise.
And so from the heavens has come the Earth,
To reach back to Heaven with our Mountains.Somewhere, mountains always shall rise,
As creation evolves ever greater majesty,
And our heavenly earth reaches into divinity.Rise, mountains, rise!Reach back to the heavens!
We are the heavens!

Miri it is while sumer y-last
With fogeles song.
Oc nu neheth windes blast
And weder strong.
Ei! Ei! What this nicht is long,
And ich with wel michel wrong,
Soregh and morn and fast.

Merry it is while summer does last
With the feathered ones’ song.
But now nears the wind’s cold blast
And weather strong.
Hey! Hey! What, this night is long.
And I with well much now wrong,
Sorrow, mourn and fast.

Hear now, Great Mother of my land,
Your ghost haunts all that is here, now,
Here, that I call home.

Here – now, Laurentia is upon
The soul of a northern one
Who wishes to know her.

Secrets cast in stone
And locked by the hands of time
Are the only remnants
Of a land lost to the ages.

A stone image of a seafarer
Cradled skyward upon a ridge
Has spoken of my mountains
With an incredible voice
Passing ghosts from the rocks
To my dreams.

Hear now, Great Mother of my land
That you are upon my dreams,
You, great Laurentia!

Upon this world
Even lands wander
Upon journeys of thousands of miles.
And in this epoch
A great ocean dies
Before the march of the lands’ last embrace.

The death of one Earth
In genesis of another
Brings lands closer to what our ages know.
For behold, great forces below
Upend the basin and the mountains now rise!Land comes upon land
in an old, grand epoch of change.

When all lands are in search of each other,
The seas will yield before their advance,
For behold, great forces below
Upend the basin and the mountains now rise!

Rise to the heavens;
Reach out through time.
When lands collide,
Let the mountains rise.

Rise to the heavens as all lands gather,
Riding the storms within the Earth.
In this brief moment before it seems
That all life will die,
Something beautiful happened,
And my Appalachians rose proudly into the sky!

Long ago, my mountains were the tallest,
Before wind and rain had their say.
But even today, only ignorant eyes
Can look upon these Appalachians
And call them “humble.”
For they have borne skyward
The fractured remains of a time
That tell us about the forgotten age
Of a once different Earth.

Rise to the heavens
and unite distant epochs,
For all lands became one
In the moments of your origin.
And bear thee skyward the imprints of ancient times,
For you are the mighty Appalachians,
Old and beautiful;
You are a testament of the Earth!

Span of the Earth;
Many have become but one
Ancient giant,
For the lands came upon greatness and fused.
And in the middle,
Mountains like none before
Kissed the heavens and stood against
All that time could summon.

Span of the Earth;
Mother of my mountains!
Fire below;
The forge of all epochs!
The Earth above;
The face of eternal change!
The mountains high;
The dreams of the gods themselves!The greatest of lands
Destined to be torn asunder;
For giants that seem unmoveable
Flow as rivers charging from the mountains.

Span of the Earth;
An old world’s ghosts in a new age,
Though the story of my mountains
Is far from ending!

Rise to the knowledge of the Earth!
Mountain and sea are eternally tied
In their vortex – a swirl of re-creation –
In an embrace as old as time.

The epochs echo those that came before,
As the sea and mountains sing the harmony of this world.

 

Rise to this knowledge of the Earth,
For the ground beneath our feet
Changes as do the clouds above
When the fearsome storms gather,
And the eternal marble of the Earth
Shall always persist,
For the mountains flow into the sea
Only to rise again.

From the tallest mountains
Are borne the ocean’s depths.

The beauty we call this Earth
Flows as do the rivers,
For in every rock
Distant epochs sparkle.

How can it be
That the river is stronger than the mountain,
That the water can move the land,
That the rain can crumble the boulder?
How can it be?

How can it be
That the river can stand its ground,
And say, “The mountain shall not rise here,
And my course to the sea shall remain,
Unabated”?For when the mountain tried to give the river
To the heavens, the river cut back down,
Saying, “None shall move me from this Earth!”

But these things are to be this world,
That the river can carve the land,
That this Earth – forever changed –
Changes forever!

A miracle are these mountains; they have withstood.
And cruelties many they have defied.

A miracle are these mountains, for they still stand.
The ages spared no hardship upon this tortured land.Withstand the ages that would see your end.

These mountains withstood; these mountains survived.
These mountains still stand; these mountains still live.
Through endless time, from old Earth to new,
These mountains have stood; these mountains still live.

Ages of sun and atmosphere
Wrought destruction upon these mountains.

Buried and uncovered, with once proud peaks
Rended and cast into the sea, my mountains stand, still.
And when all lands are again one,
My Appalachians will reach the heavens once more.

When these mountains rose,
the Earth gained a new beauty.
And when these mountains rose,
A new soul was brought upon this land.

For the mountains sing the tales of the ages,
And they bring the heavens closer to the Earth.
My mountains stand, so eternal and glorious
As the genesis of endless wonder.

See now what remains of ages ancient-To this land
-To this world.

For the mountains sing the tales of the ages,
And they bring the heavens closer to my heart,
As my soul calls out to the ancient epochs,
That echo still from peak to shaded valley.

Shadows glide across the land
As a thousand ravens fly forth
-Blocking the setting sun-
Like a a dark hand reaching from beyond the horizon.
It is Winter.
She is returning
-Reaching for me-
With beckoning fingers
To lock me once again in her icy grasp.
The Ravens surround me; singing.
It is sure this day, that Autumn has died,
Amongst the Ravens’ song.
Winter, the fierce child,
Is brought forth of a dead mother,
Amongst the Ravens’ song!

I mourn for you, dear trees,
As your essence is given unto the boiling air,
Not because your proud beauty is lost forever,
But only in light of knowing that I shall never see thee again in my few meaningless years.
You burn, but I – I am the one who dies.