Medicine Herb Moon

Medicine Herb Moon

Medicine Herb Moon   Corn & Barley Moon of Dispute

A Dream of a silvery shimmering drop of Water    

of Motion in Stillness

Divine Tomorrow and Divine Today

To Chase the Hidden is to Wander Afar Within and Beyond the Fence of the Safe

May the New Man Celebrant Glow with the Wisdom of Mystery

Autumn’s Wind Song calls in the Distance     Motion

But we hear nothing in our frantic quest for comfort

Only in Stillness can we detect Motion

Bathing in Emotion in between our endless business dance

Courage comes and goes surfing the tides of fear

Revealing Portraits of Moments is all we can do

All we are is a series of Pictures in Time

The Places of the Stream are Different Waters in Time

Illusion is our Mistress and our Mother

Oh wasn’t it beautiful that Moment?   or horrible that other Moment?

What a Time we had, are having, will have

But Our Words Betray us as Time is ne’er possessed

Vague Approximations are Reality and Illusion

Knowledge is something we yearn for and That is That

Yearning is the Spark that Lights the Fire of Inquiry into the Path of Method

I am Ever a Fool churning out Words as Produce, a Selfish Pursuit of Acceptance

Strangers, Strangers, Everywhere Strangers

How did it get like this?

The Power of Ignorance is Truly Amazing   We Ignore One Another

And Yet I am still Dancing Alone

Remember that the Churning of the Milk Ocean brought forth the Nectar of Immortality

   and the Lovely Goddess of Luck, and the Potent Poison

So Fortune is a Medicine Poison Dance

Energy Weavers Churn the Milk of Wild Emotion and Chant the Potency of the Herb

Health is Balance and the Dance of the God-Doctor and the God-Patient-Becoming

Balance is the Dangerous Dance     It Flirts with Demise

I Invite always You, yeah You, to Leap Into the Circle

Come Fly this Abyss with Me      It is the Way of Willed Change

Let us Be Devoured by the Scary Monster of Chance

Immanent is Change   Will is Choice   To be Silent and Still or to Vibrate and Move

The Stagnant World of Society is Sick and Diseased – The Doctor Prescribes Motion

The World of the Mind is Restless – The Doctor Prescribes Silence and Stillness

So Let Us Be Loud Without and Quiet Within

And Let us Churn the Medicine to heal this Madness

Then May a New Healing Fountain break free at the base of the Mountain

Ah But it is the Affliction that Calls the Medicine

Baffling Wonderment and Unsettling Fear Swirl about Death and Knowing Death

The Mother Loves the Child Regardless

Death ends Life Regardless

Medicine Heals Affliction Regardless

But Other Factors May Emerge and New Afflictions May Sprout

Drink of the Wheeled Sacrament me Loves   

It is the Antidote to Poisons arising from Ignorance

Compassion Heals Selfishness and Fear     Love Heals Selfishness and Desire

Gnosis is Healing Fire the Mutates the Aspirant

Nectar, Amrita, the Heavenly Pill on the Tongue

Let the Spiked and Spiced Mead of Awen Devour You

Break Free your Healing Fountains and Be Gods with Me

Or Lonely Old Sods all Smelly and Hairy and Kinky and Gross

No Labels or Proud Temples will Save You

But Smile and Make Erect the Spine   Feel Light and Without Care

These Toxic Patterns are like High Mazes   Our Paths Laid Out Before Us

The Prison Labyrinth built by the Noisy Grasping Mind and Endless Beginningless Time

Watch it Fall Away till only the Glassy Lake Remains

The Full Moon Shines in the Water       Does it Not?

The Healing Moonlight is there in the Water

What is Real and What is Reflection?

Even our Sensory Knowledge is Filtered and Interpreted, Reflected by Thought

Science is a False God     Technology is a Marvel of Trickery

Comfort and Cleanliness are Ministers of Desire and Pride

The Poet is Instigator, Agitator, Activator, looking for the right buttons

Verily, the Bitter Medicine of Scathing Satire is also Required

Also Structure and Maatras can be Employed

So I Dare Ye to Haunt Me Ye Ghosts of the Old Guard

As for Me Lads and Lasses   Be Not Monsters to the History-less Ones

Be not Echoes for Fools and Robot Herds

Be Sane Voices in the Silence

Guide them with the Healing Unceasing Ever Accessible Breath

Aye but the Leaping Fish may end up in the Bear’s Mouth but that is no Matter

It is just Habit of Time Burning Away

Be Wary of the Deceptive Hope Energy

Be Wary of the Nauseas Fear Devil

Be Wary of the Fragile Bubble of Bliss

These are Thieves and Laggarts and Unsustainable

The War Play of Bird and Serpent Goes On and On

Life is a Whirlwind

It’s hard not to get Lost in the Murkiness or Numb in the Sleepiness

Through the Swampy Snake Cave of Dark Mind

Let the Phoenix of Each Moment Inspire Great Work