Merlyn A Song of The Crystal Earth by Valum Votan.

‘Merlyn

Nightseer

Who writes the crystal script

whose spectral robe

is the spiralling filament staircase

down which the 13 galactic rays descend

into Camelot's subterranean lake

where untold fragments of the one dream

swirl in luminous self-absorption

emitting strange electrical charges

attracting to each other

their own forgotten sources



Merlyn

surrendering to you

following you

I arrive at last

at the deepest point of your realm

the innermost Earth

which is also

the flight room of the mighty crystal ship

Excalibur



And there

in the Temple

called Refuge of the Dragon and the Grail

Merlyn's apprentices

Andor, the dragon-witted warrior

And Vi-El, the Grail-weaving far starborn princess

Stir the cauldron of unconditional love

no common mix

and yet this brew

pulsing with the harmony

of all the stars we have ever called home

bubbles and seeps through

the portholes connecting the larger collective soul-body

of this dear Earth

to its myriad individual dream-bodies

ourselves

now caught in our postures

of aggression, conflict and confusion



"Stir! Stir! Stir!"Merlyn cries

"Make sure the recipe is correct

Mix in it the formulæ

that will register in the dreamers

as the alchemy of love

and the desire for magic

as ceremonial

as the Sun is pure!

Stir! Stir! Stir!"



This Earth is aching breaking shaking

its dream dragon body restless to emerge

crouches at the edge of the known

waiting for that ripe moment

to appear in all its rainbow wonder



O you apprentices of the crystal flight room

of Excalibur

Refuge of the Dragon and the Grail,

Andor and Vi-El,

I call to you from my sleep

on behalf of all the dreamers

of this planet

stir the potion well

that the Grail may appear

from within the dragon's

coiled tail

its cloud banks bursting

with light never before seen

by eyes of flesh



O Merlyn

from the rocks of Earth's far-flung island realms

appear simultaneously

in all of your shape-shifting forms

speaking the dawn

writing the power of the dream

with your crystal script

nowI call upon you

now

to cast your pan-harmonic spell

to wake the dreamers all,

and stop their march

through this living hell



O Andor and Vi-El

cook in glee

the potion that returns

all memory

for now I must awake with all

into the greater dream

or not awake at all.’