Holistic Mystic
Holistic Mystic Speechless and Vocal
Lost, homeless, and non-local
Death and Desire
Will and Karma
Dance Partners
By Mask and Mirror and Feather and Flame
May we Dance and Gaze and Fly and Flicker
Death and Desire, Mistaken Self and Godchild
These Guard the Palace of Wisdom
Beauty and Harmony and Practicality seduce the unwary
When we learn how to work the Latch we will pass through the Gate
The Gate The Gate Beyond The Gate Awake On the Other Side
Only then can we know there was No Gate
We are the Same yet Different Wave yet Particle Asleep yet Awake
Behold Paradox Uncertainty and Comfort Hold Hands
Variety and Knowledge and the Modern spawn a series of Allegiances
Each ideology-system is like a Tribe
War is replaced by Caution and Refined Awareness
Where are our Songs? Where are our Dances?
Where are our Tales? Where is our Lore?
How do we Recognize One Another in the Dream Rite?
Only the Fates will Know these Strands
Unspoken Sagas stretch before us in the Endless Aethyr
Shall We Weave a Faint Trail to Subdue Tomorrow’s Confusion?
The Tower has Fallen
We Dawdle At the Crossroads
Time and Space are of the Essence of Reality
We dwell here at the Boundary between Back and Front, Gross and Subtle
And Map the Tunnels as best we can
Drink of the Well Climb the Tree
Stalk Visions and Recipes
Awake in Dreams
The Mother Shakes and Towers Fall Then Tears
Worlds Vanish into Distant Legends
Awake in Dreams
Cobra rises in the Hearth
Awake in Dreams
Dragged Away in Chains
Awake in Dreams
Fresh Youth in the Open Mating Field
Awake in Dreams
The Eyes of the Mystic in the Travel Terminal
Awake in Dreams
Whose Body is This?
Awake in Dreams
What Body Am I?
Awake in Dreams
Am I Falling or Flying?
Awake in Dreams
Gravity and Reflections exert Trickery
Awake in Dreams
Examine Qualities and Fashion Matter
Awake in Dreams
Manipura Tubes to Astral Continents
Awake in Dreams
Realities Forgotten and Glorious Moments Lost
Awake in Dreams
Augeries and Gifts of Art
Awake in Dreams
Continuity Beyond Illusions
The Year and the Moon are Fresh
I will call the Spirits with Skin and Metal
to Feast Merrily on my Astral Flesh
I will be in the Life Cave of the Fierce Red Dark Mother
who accepts her Children as Her very Self
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