I come to the temple of dawn,
And everywhere is running water
Trickling down the walls,
In the courtyards are
Pools full of silence,
Reflecting sunlight on stone.

The silent eyes of monk cells stare down,
Seeking patiently across the centuries,
Emptiness of mind.
Born to a humble path,
Holding a simple staff,
Walking mindful through dawn

How long will it be,
'til I see the golden light?
How long 'til the long night is over?
So many stars,
We're so small against the sky.
I long to return to Beloved.

The path leads me to an ancient room,
Where darkness bleeds from the mountain's womb,
And there are flowers strewn upon
A crude stone alter.
Hewn of the living rock,
The room of an ancient god
Beneath the mountain of dawn.

I'm struck by a foreign god,
That uses my skull as a lightning rod.
I never should have trod
The sentient pathway.
One frail mortal,
Drawn through the portal
Into the emptiness of dawn.

How long will it be
'til I see the golden light?
How long 'til the long night is over?
So many stars,
We're so small against the sky.
I'm on my return to Beloved.

Temple of Dawn

Hello, Freind. Thank you for visiting my page.
**All compositions are original, and free of A.I.**
 As musicians we crave to be heard, to be seen, to share with another some of the joy we take in our creating. In fact our music does not really "exist" until it has evoked a response from another.  Indeed to be a human is to live with the need to be seen and responded to.
But this is world where we are distracted and drowning in content; constantly being pulled at by the algorithms competing for our attention. A world where " everybody's talking and no one's being heard" (John Lennon).
So your human attention has become a scarce and valuable thing. A commodity that is being mined.
So I really do appreciate that you have taken the time to visit my page, and listen to my offerings. Thank you.
 I welcome your comments, your feedback, your friendship. I will visit you in return.

Temple of Dawn

Mogus Rougus