ASPIRATION MOON RAYS

Precious is he who offers the key
The stream of knowing,
leaping to escape the gravity of tendency

Arisen from Wisdom Mother Water Flower
Now strong and increasing

Deathless King of hungry monsters
Protector of billions of world lands

To offer attention and sense delights
to the waxing of possibilities

Evening light rising,
piercing the Great Dark with opportunity

Profound indeed as insight penetrates
the veils of action and idea

But profundity sleeps alone and unaware
without the vastness of mother activity

Father Mother Bornless Means
is simply the enjoyment of what is.

All is here
hidden by promises, hopes, and schemes
By fears, taboos, gods, and wishful dreams

Readied to wait out the night and season
Safe holes, food, and restless wanderers
Sleep, greed, and desperation
Sickness, tears, and sorrow

The silver one dances about us as we
round the hot one spinning all the while

What does it mean you think,
Is my time wasted?

Just the loss of distinction
of taste and the tasted

Words and worlds come and go
Children Play