School of Time and Action

School of Time and Action

To be engaged in the moment is what I so long for

To be lost in the Song for what else is the song for

To ride the winds of life by signs and songs oh great joy

To ride the mind with optimal energetic engagement

To know the essence of freshness and its vast profundity

Two hawks in the wind disguised as flittering autumn leaves

Appearance and Reality

Comfort and Death

Knowledge and Delusion

With and Without

Duality and Non-Duality

The Seen and Unseen

Which is Which

   and how the Knowledge of Concept Veils the Inconceivable

Truth Veils Truth

Thought Veils Non-thought

Food and Survival and War and Conquest

Focus depends on situation and perceived needs

Kindness for all realms   Streams of offerings and blessings

From scatter to focus to scatter to focus

Lonely words wander through the pages of the mind

Knowers of meanings linger into the future

Meaninglessness tempers the One artist and art

Songs and Dreams and histories of actions

These are mere means of Untangling the Knotted past

Watch tendency and preference and see Time

Emulate the Sages   Find their trails and Travel

Know too the Mages  and the Worlds they Unravel

Give and Encourage Song

Accept and Acknowledge Song

Give Courage

Accept Knowledge

Sing for the Spirits but Remember not to mock them

For they will exact due retribution

But from these Ordeals come Knowledge

Accept It

Hawk Face and Feather Maiden

Hawk Face and Feather Maiden

Hawk Face

Son of the Severed One-

scattered through the prism-door of Dark Hidden Realm

Sharp-eyed Victor over the Uncle Foe the Shunned Feral

Patron of Shaman-Kings in the Family of the Civilized

We salute the same god-friends Earth and Sky and Mind

Ascend and Descend along the Sky Path through the Earth Mouth

Your Name is Battle and Might and Youth and Rule

Your friends are Cattle and Flight and Truth and School

Wings instead of Legs and the Guardian of the freshness of childhood

Angel of the Silent Roar and watcher of Mothers

Waxing Sun of Glorious Dawn

Feet Firm and Steady Upon the Boat and the Crocodile

Fiery Glow of Unfathomable Power

Layer of Waste to Empires and Stale Destiny

Feather Maiden

Lover of Means and Knower of Hidden Truth

Examiner of the Minds and Whims of Humans

Seer of Strength and Weakness

With Sceptre and Sandal Wand

A Single Feather Balanced on End

Gateway of the Heart

Kind Daughter of Justice in the Dark World

Symbol of Enlightenment for gods and humans

Both Merciful and Harsh as a Mother Need Be

Brutal and Kind Honesty

Liberation from the Bondage of Imbalance

The Order of Nature and Heavens

Stability and Clarity that is Health of Being and Tribe

Harmony of Song and Breath

Fairer than Life itself

May heart and mouth be truly synchronized

May we be Beloved of You

Trance of Balance and subduer of restlessness

Strange guide of destiny mind

There in timeless mirror seance

Shadow of a Feather in candlelight as priest and priestess whisper

Simple and Unfettered May we Be

Sending and Taking

Sending and Taking

The serve and the volley   of the kings Oak and Holly

Transfer of Power

Heavenward rides the sacrifice from the Agni’s womb-furnace

Scented smoke carries goods to gods and gandharvas

And to those In Between

To gods and to children tends the bright mind of service

The bridegroom and the bride all happy and nervous

Though below and above dwell demon and deva
From the balanced human issues bright seva

A hand to above and a hand to below

A river of blessings to flow to flow

To bless and to offer

To fill and to empty – the coffer

From the light and sublime to the heavy huddled masses

We open to the pathflow of the guests of four classes

In service to the named and colored spirits, living loas

Combed with song together and teased with wild dohas

Offer fearless mind to all that live and die in the vast samsara

Offer flesh and blood to all the kinds four whose names are Mara

It’s OK now Give away the tight self that was never

Let go the deception, all safe poison illusion now sever

Take pain and madness and fear and loss

Give praise and joy and victory and gloss

These are but clouds that blot the Sun’s aimless flakes

Look to find naught as to who gives and who takes

Of That and of This ‘Tis Different yet Same

But all split asunder with Form and with Name

May the bridges of grace-beams carry the soft defiled

Now tend the telepathy of Mother and Child

The gift is connection, a beacon, a link

For when one is thirsty, one finds there a drink

For if There is nothing then what Now is Here?

Who reaches in to the paradoxical queer?

And who lets fall all that is dear?

Oh don’t despair ye wild dancer

For there is no logical answer.

Don'tcha Know?

Don’tcha Know?

It’s a messed up world don’tcha know don’tcha know

It’s a messed up world indeed

The raggedy old wind’s gonna blow blow blow

From the seed to the fruit to the seed

On top of  the world is just a hop skip and a jump

  from rock bottom - don’tcha know don’tcha know

You can’t have what you can’t lose and

You can’t lose what you can’t have.

It’s a game we play don’tcha know don’tcha know

It’s illusion but it is all we know

We’re a train riding on the tracks of past action

A well defined world of dissatisfaction stretches before us.

Pretenders to the Crown

Pretenders to the Crown

Rights. Access. Royal Blood. Ancestral Pride. The Heirophant.

Pecking Order. Caste.

Silly Notions All.

Babalon - Whore of New Wisdom Fire  - destroys all traditions

The seeker of wisdom is heir

The partaker of ordeals is heir

The detached game-player is heir

Consumers of rewards and those with purpose

   mere feigners are they - pretenders to the crowns.

From the same human we come

From the same elements we are made

In the same mind-stream we wander

Sameness and Difference taking turns

Clarity and Muddlety trading moments

Beyond Numbers is the Mind Unfettered

Name and Form sparkle in Becoming

How Unbecoming is the recognition of Innate Awareness

With it or Without it

There and Beyond There Indistinguishable

These Words Just Take Up Space

Ungraspable Mind

God and Devil of the Same Nature

Heaven and Hell in the Same Place

Eternity and an Instant  at the Same Time

Wisdom and Delusion dance for Immediacy

Intention and Habit compete for Manifestation

First the Habit of Meritorious Energy

Then the Dissolution of the Illusion of Merit

Then the Substance is Transformed

Alchemy - Lead into Gold

For a Time Reversible

Then Irreversible Wisdom Mind Shines like the Sun

This is Spoken by the Voice of Concept -

Chief Pretender to the Crown

That is What They Say

Before and After

Before and After

Before and After

Ever strangers to one another

The rival twin brothers

The wild abandon of the rising

The desolate calm of the fallen

Yesterday’s folly turns to tomorrow’s regret

Ever strangers to one another

Grasp onto her and she changes to dust

Walk alongside her and she grows vivid

The drunken night and the sobering morn

Hunger unleashed and bursting belly

Why are they such strangers?

The wise man knows how to introduce them to one another

The more estranged the more unbalanced

Mix the extremes - Dilute the bias

May the night and the morn seamlessly integrate

Every crest has its trough

May we find the still silence of a motionless sea

Better yet may we know the waves and the sea to be inseparably one mind.

GULE of AUGUST

Gule of August - Early Harvest in America Midwest

Welcome to the other side - The new solar slant on things
Cicadas emerge from shells and the cricket she sings

Goldenrod shimmers and ironweed stretches high
The wind is quiet and the summer leaves hide the sky

Contemplation beckons and the perilous quest for fun
The fine fierce Autumn lurks somewhere behind the sun

Gather food - the magickal gardens give birth
At the seasonal apex of the offering Earth

Spring gems now dormant their leaves fallen and gone
Bugs fluttering and whizzing - their lives appear then done

Nests and colonies at work - for the future of strange races
Love and delight - the worship of bodies and faces

Worlds turning and circling Nothing is ere' the same
But as we strive to grasp the moment - We settle for form and name

Bathe in Moonbeams Tonight

Bathe in Moonbeams Tonight

Lifeless leaves linger and flitter all crumbly and crispy

The roots take life into the earth womb

The night grows – treacherous and desolate

Beauty mingles with Pain

Crescent Corn and Sparkling Pine Imbue the Medicine Pack in Dream

The cool wind is a thief – whisking away the god, the soul of moisture

Drowsiness and thirst ambush the unwary traveler through the twilight

The spiky starry rays of the Witch Hazel glisten in the wind

Dawn knows   The rooster crows

Distance and Knowledge in the Land of the Vivid

Dusk knows   The subtle glows

Only stars and moon amidst the walls of darkness

Forget the duty Forget the worry

Go Within   Go Within

No jeweled booty nor sloppy hurry

Will allow the gate to Open

Cloak thyself with Time

Illusions of Tomorrow and Yesterday Fade

Remember the Autumn Sun

The Captured Moments of Children

Water seeks the lowest spot and the truth it seeks the surface

The power in the secret enchants but when known it becomes worthless

Caravan at the Crossroads

May we spread the sumptuous Ganachakra

Sing songs of how you Understand

Massage the Council Mind

Offer a Rose without Thorns to the Gypsy Girl

Where will we go?

Roads and Possibilities Stretch out Beyond

Be not the Selfish Wanderer nor the Fearful Fort Dweller

Tend the Gardens and Flocks and Wander in the Vast Mind

Be Honest and Give Medicine

Be a Nurse unto Earth and Family and Stranger and Enemy

So Bathe in Moonbeams Tonight with the Black Corn Essence

Old Oak Orenda

Old Oak Orenda

Great Lords of the Wood   Watch over the Forest Family

Wake up the Guardians Within   down along your majestic roots

Tapping into the Hidden Earth Consciousness

Convene the missing pieces of the soul

Your trunk straight and even is a pole to which the universe is tethered

Your branches high watch the seedlings and the flora and fauna

They see the sky too and all the soarers beaked and feathered

Your sap runs late in the year and kingly you wield the forest prana

Your high shade is soothing and friendly and a place of great beauty

Your fruit is a gift to squirrels and the autumn doe and buck

Your charge the whole of nature, a task of great duty

Home of the elven hoardes, keeper of gates, of fates, and of luck

Share with me your wondrous power and I will protect you best I can

Open to me worlds unseen and I will anoint you with focused mind

Bring us tales of wonder and healing and we will ride your Awen

Let us find richness and robust meaningful living of the joyous kind

My gratitude for Pan and whiskered serpent feathered friends

For seeing through time and space and keeping the great flow

Of words and power and the dance of the mind

We who journey may we for the going Go

The Four Crescent Moons

The Four Crescent Moons

Light Crescent Moon Rising

Majestic Horns of the Cow Goddess and her Bull

The bow that brings food and victory and true aim

The chalice that pours the world into the world

Two sharpened points cut the sky wind

Dark Crescent Moon Falling

Victory of Light draws near

The Drigug slays the ego and skins the corpse of delusion

Darkness is flayed away and the unimpeded Lumen Whirl beckons

But the Moon’s mad light blinds and burns the unconsecrated

Dark Crescent Moon Rising

The hidden waxer among the visible waner

All empires to dust and all glory to time

Turn the mind to healing rest and cultivation of the simple

The light is strong but subtle enough to foresee the future

Light Crescent Moon Falling

The World Fire threatens to smolder to naught

The mighty horns of the past bleach and decay in the elements

The Sky Mother Dancer offers Wisdom Nectar to all Appearance

Heavy eyes fall softly into the Realm of Dream

There at the Gateway to the Bottomless Sky

Protrudes the Monstrosity King

Proclaiming Might and Calm

And Offering the Key to Change

Come Ye Deserters All and let us leap into the wondrous Unchartable Realm

OF MEDICINE KINGS

OF MEDICINE KINGS

To Clear Away Illusion is to Heal the Mind from Unawareness

The Maya Veil distorts all we know into our version of the Real

May the Bear Dance for We Children

Walking the Horizon of Medicine Poison

the Horizon of Ally-Foe

the Horizon of Illusion-Real

Horizon Walkers Capture Medicine

Mind wanderers call old names

Shen-Nong, Lord of the Burning Wind

Taster of All the plants with a handy window to watch their effects

With P’an Ku and Fu Hsi Lords of Medicine Three

And then came Yao Wang, the King of Remedy

Bearer of the serpent rod, Asklepios , with medicine daughters

Come to the underground, the temple of dreams, the dark realm of Hypnos

Sleep away weakness and exhaustion

Panacea be our matrix

The early Medicine Father, Imhotep, keeps the earth and sky from colliding

Son of Ptah, fosterling of Nuit, servant of Maat

Talk to the River in dreams

Dam the deluge of chaos and death

In the Temple of Gula the dog gods lick wounds

The hut by the river, The Great River that carries away disease

Hishe bestow powers as we perform the healing tribal dance

Kind Orishas be near and lift our ailing hearts

Draw the aksaras, make the jimats, recite the healing mantras

Sacred touch, Reiki-Prana, Blow and See the energy

Old Pajawo and Aplu-Apollo

Sickness and plagues take lives and purge time with survival

By Eir and Sunna and Brighid and other shining mindforms may rest come

Kupala of the Healing Waters and Potions

By Wisdom Woman herbal ways may sickness subside

Kutnahin, Dung-covered Beggar

Red Man of Thunder and Storm, Asgaya Gigagei

Shaman-priest, Wear the Medicine Hat and summon the healing spirit-energy

Vishnu Dhanvantari ministering to the gods

Amrita from the Milk Sea and Golden Yellow powder for skin and within

Ghost Mother Hariti and the Matrika Mother-Fiends

Clear the Fevers of Plague no Fierce Warrior can subdue

Sangye Menla Deep Lapis Glow of Rainbow Awareness

With Your Eight Healing Regents

May the Supreme Medicine of Enlightenment be conferred on all Beings in Space

The Urge to Heal is the Universal Call of Maitri-Karuna

Most Merciful Queen or King of All the World and Within

Is the Quick and Magnificent, the Mighty Kwan Yin

Hearer of Cries, Stauncher of Wounds, and Partial to All and None

The Supreme Medicine is the Wish-fulfilling Jewel of Your Very Mind of Bodhi

The Fire

The Fire

If no one tends the fire - adds more logs to it  then the fire goes out

     and it gets darker and we get cold.

Likewise if no one tends the fire within - the fire among us - the fire

     of possibility - the fire of desire - the fire of offering - the fire

     that heals - the fire that awakens - then the same

To dream - REM ember glows within

Rememberememberemember  the severed body of the slain god?

No - simply remember the moment

     and see the illusion of sameness

Each moment is unique or so it seems to us in the grip of time

The Stream is in the Flowing

The Stream is in the Flowing

Streams flow

Wolf smarts mean survival

When muscles fall into disuse

   we lose flexibility

Networks

Like Minds?

Kindred Spirits?

Only in a manner of speaking

Compatibility so hard to find.

Marry all beings

World full of brides, grooms,

   and balls and chains.

Society, without and within

Delicate dance of likes and dislikes

   - thin ice wandering.

Sleight me, spite me, incite me, bite me

 - I invite ye

Conversation transfer energy

I see your words and you mine

There is a strange sense of longing

But for what I know not

Perhaps just flow

A nourishing river of intimacy

- a sense of meaningfulness

The will to go on cheerfully

A chance to explore the depths

- the dark unknown.

This future ceaselessly lurks

What of it?

TOMORROW and TODAY is a CIRCLE

TOMORROW and TODAY is a CIRCLE

Tomorrow the world ends

So Enjoy Today

Remember the mind bends

So employ the Way

Recurrence

Like breath these strong emotions

   rise to the surface over and over

   at the beckoning of signals

We fall prey to their snarling teeth

We fall. The gravity of tendency takes us.

Klesha addicts lost in the promises of ecstasy and misery.

Trading pity for schemes  A hit for a hit

Waiting for sleep to wash away the follies of today.

But some remain. Close to the surface. Easily activated.

To Work! Some place. Some where.

Tomorrow the world begins

So Employ Today

Forget. The mind pretends

Now Enjoy the Way

UNRULY WANDERING MIND

UNRULY WANDERING MIND

Legendary Realms         The Far Away Within

Symbols and the Mind dance together

Oh to Cut Through and Leap Over to the Original Beyond

Too much time chained to hope and expectation

As life withers away in meaninglessness

Coerce the Tribe to the Temple of Awareness

Mindfulness is the Rite

Aspire to Unadorned Awareness

Wisdom

We are ever packaged in the Body

Only in Dreams and Visions do we somewhat transcend it

Even here we look for it - Pretend it

When in a state of Attention we notice a Change in the

   quality of incoming sensory data and how we React to it

Breathing accompanies us from beginning to end

Always there - Always moving

Humans distracted by their things and duties fall away from noticing

The Tree Lore goes down from Spirit to Material

Levels from High to Low

Up and Down Space

Above and Below Space

Within and Without Space

Infinitesimal Vastness

Just Space

One is Married to Many

Rest is Married to Motion

The Far Away Within

Modern Life Points Away to Hoards of Senseless Illusions

We run along like cars on a track - Chasing Addictions

We can’t see the Freedom All Around Us

Habit and Emotion block our View

Too Bad for Us Unruly Wanderers

Point the Way Comrade

Service the Inner Me Ye Whore of Transformation

Worship the Excellence Within One Another

Let Every Act of Will and Submission Be Meaningful

Until there is no Need for a Path or Travel

Blindness Merges with Sight

The Story of Innana

The Story of Inanna

Inanna, Girl Child of the Moon God

Ye who Nurtured the Wandering Tree

Ye of the Throne and the Bed

Queen and Lover

Keen of Mind to Outwit the Drunken Lord of Wisdom

Ye who cultivated the Great Servant Ninshubur

Ye Beloved of the People

Queen of the Heaven of Morning

Queen of the Heaven of Evening

Queen of the Model City of the Fledgling Earth

Fresh Maiden for the Shepherd-King of Uruk

Great Wedding of Holy Lovers

Let the Rising Cedar Plow the Ripened Vulva of the Great Love Queen

Ye who were called over the Horizon to the Funeral of the Bull of Heaven

From the Great Above to the Great Below

Ye who were made naked of tools and garb and hung on the hook a corpse

No mercy or ease from your dark, mad, and grieving sister

To Take Away in Murky Silence is her Nature

Revived by the Wit of the Wise Lord of Eridu

Yet with a Dark and Dire Choice to Make

To Condemn Your Proud Mate

Oh How the Mourning Rained

And Behold his Noble Selfless Sister Saves the Kingdom’s Blessed Union

To Give in Offering is her Nature

May the Love of the Goddess and the King thrive

May the Queen keep the date harvest in great store

May we Celebrate Abundance and Joy and Victory and Marital Satisfaction

May Your Starry Rosette of Heaven Bloom Ever

May Kingdom and Land and Heaven be in Harmony

May You Continue to be the Just and Noble model for Queens

Ahoy Mate!

Ahoy Mate!

The flickering Aspens imitate the Sun shimmering on the stream

Air and Earth beget Motion

Fire and Water beget Motion

Heaven and Earth, the Lofty and the Lowly

Fire and Ice

The Alchemical Marriage

I long for the enticing Body of your Words  Ye Myth Dancer

Anchor my Wandering Mind with your Reflections

Why are we all separated into our little worlds of duty and custom?

Break away from the herd racing for the cliff

Desire is our master of many faces. Desire for the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

The Good lightens the load. The Bad weighs us down. The Ugly hides the Truth.

But Even the Good harbours the illusion of the path

The Fool has no destination

Only an empty cup can be filled

Cups full of useless knowledge

At least ye let me pretend I am meaningful

A game of flattery perhaps   But we travel and dance and travel and dance

Laughter and the Joy of  seeing Within - Adorn Us

Come my Playmate - Appear before Me ye rascal

Or else I will Fetch you Me-self

I am weary of the Noisy Silence of the human trains

Wake me from this Slumber my Kali

And the Universe will Reappear

The Moon is Rising  The Sun is Falling   The Earth is Turning

A sober smile attends your memory

Dark Moon Woman

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I can only pretend to understand you

You crush my measly world many times

Expecting a smile and an embrace

I find a snarl and rejection

I can’t be your servant

I can’t be your master

Only this ungraspable uncertainty looms untainted

Unaffected by the rise and fall of lives and worlds

Only when this endless frustration tires can I see beyond

Fantasy and planning are the games of fools

Yet we must pretend as is custom

Waiting for friendship love to dawn

Here in the darkness of unknowing

Possibilities lost forever in an instant

Others arise in an instant

The past will go

The future will come

Let us leave them alone for Now

And wander aimlessly in the Timeless Awareness

Cravers of Order and Justice fall short

Those immersed in Struggle and Effort falter

The cunning connivers make ill-fated attempts

But those who carry no banners travel safely

To the realm of the space gypsies

Yogi and Gypsy take flight

The Sky is for Traveling

Merely Ribbons in the Wind of Open Presence

The World, its inhabitants, and their demands

     block the entrance to the Sky Realm

To serve them well is the gate fee

We all must Journey So ready the Ships Aye

What can we do but ready the ships - shall we?

Ready the ships and dance along

Meet the strands of Light that live in the Darkness

Meet the thunderous mantra of the Universe

For the Body shields us from the Divine that terrifies us

To cut things up with mind is just Play

The Mere Play of Perfect Wisdom

Deity shape-shifts from Master to Slave to Lover to

 Father-Mother to Friend to Playmate to Self to Void

The Dark Moon Woman is Empty

Without the Quality of Illumination

True Substancelessness

The Nature of All Things

Cruel Beast of a Nurturing Mother

Has nothing to do with thoughts and words and bodies

Thoughts are the Mind

Words are Sounds and Symbols

The Body is the Bliss of Pleasure and Pain

No Mind is the Home of the Wisdom Mother

Only As Her can we Swallow the Universe - Our own Self

Here in the Sweet and Perfect Darkness of Unknowing