Superman Earrings

The secret science of guessing

(I)

Come with me, I'll be
the secret of divination
our ancestors knew.

I will take you to spots sanctified
where stand the pyramids and astrofields
to show the edge of the cosmic star
where there is an observatory for the entire space.

The hieroglyphs tell of a lost civilization
those who could commune through signs,
masters of anagrams and geometric systems.

No pygmy think
such as jet-set, the computer robots brain,
no feeling or emotion without automata
that only cult of the machine.

The aborigines have to date
knowledge of the invisible paths;
locked in their secret science
treasure of ancient wisdom.

No wild insensitive
but visionary beings
who knew where to build
The Great Pyramids.

Who knew the unified field
quadrangles and triangles
that form the invisible grid
around the globe.

Who knew the movements
prevailing winds
cosmic ocean currents,
occult forces of the cosmos.

Who knew the points of magnetic force
to locate specific places
for countless megalithic structures
to predict sunrise and sunset;
is the magnetic field Sunstone keep
in positions ordered.

Who had the capacity of the common
with beings from distant constellations
we are still struggling to find.

More than a mysterious symbol on the ground
whether a bridge over the sea
or aerodrome
or trademarks of Nasca-
that intelligence
behind the perfect plan architecture
of spaceports
Visitor space
grounded to eat
mission unknown.

The mystery of the lines too Ande
points to the invisible hand
residents unknown
distant galaxies, aff.

(Ii)

old men had
infallible intuition
to locate points
for their minarets and pagodas,
their circles and parabolas.

They have the natural ability
to catch frequencies supernatural
modern man has lost power.
sensory values have taken a toll
a sure sign of the fall of man.

Did you know that the coarse eroticism
archetypal myths,
roots of racial memory of Aborigines
conscience of the superman,
dreams cover legendary traditions.

We sleep to dream,
dream of sleeping
until we are shaken
by a knock at the door.

We shuttle happiness to horror
break the sequence of space-time
Hourly undergo a radical change.

We leave the body shape
Journey through the channels astral.
After a period of relaxation
sleep.

How many times did I dream
in a waking state,
seen and thought in three dimensions,
forgetting my fourth dimension
the basis of creativity
guides the artist Insight
enables him to see the hidden beauty
in the darkest night.

Sleep is a relaxation
a state of passive receptive
for communication paranormal
a trance.

I ride the chestnut,
now the tree,
stand with my peers,
proud of my ancestry.

Heedless of the hallowed past
that gave meaning to my thoughts,
I lie under the banyan.
My roots go back in time,
I remember each
standing there.

I get the wood,
connected to everyone,
Stretching my arms in all directions.

I understand the heart
cyclones and storms,
creativity and creation.