An Unlikely Druid's Tale of Enchantment

An Unlikely Druid’s Tale of Enchantment

Charm

Accept my bidding ye consciousness wanderers

Stellar Milky Ocean Churners All

Will Ye Fly With Me?

For Shits and Giggles

Or so it seems

Lets make a Clinic for Tomorrow’s Child

Read the Cypher-Will of the Pregnant Fool

-Cultivating the Motherly

Always Fresh is the Threshold of the Awkward

A Bitter Medicine Blessing this Restless Boredom

Strange News appears o’er the Horizon

Perhaps a Tough Crowd for the Rambling Brat

Ye are probably wondering – about the dim past –

when this deep culture was being forged – Ego dropped and held -

why I gathered you all here

Tomorrow’s Clan needs a Legendary Canon

The Land of the Dead Be Born in the Locale

The Loka –palas be invited

Only a Place with History draws Guardians

Pilgrimage

The Kula Clan lies stirring before the beginning

Wisdombi dancer on the Lake of the Clear Mind

Mud to Bog a Van brings a Lotus Shy then Bold

I have a Task for the Gods

Supplication of the Subtle is not the Method

There is only Motion from one Pole to Another

Thus Sprach a Polar Wanderer

The Moon and Sun are Black to the Blind – Huh?

The Scribe in the Gap Stirs

Meaning and Knowledge Hidden in the Entrails of Yesterday

Tomorrow is another Body

Memory in the Echo – Pattern Re-emerging

Perhaps then the planted Otherworld will beckon

And a Cycle of Self and Other Conjoin

Consecration of the Bowl and Robe

The Dead Brother talks of Schemes of Kindness

The Empath is Strangely Silent

The Monk is lost in Pious Superstition

Unclean Ati

Laughter of Sweet Nothing Vibrates the Aethyr

Messy Dysfunction with a Smile

Remember this is a Tale    A Song with Layers in space-time

A Glyph of Various Memories and Mares of Tomorrow

Three Sisters look on as boast-coins are offered to the Well

Strands Woven of Before and After

The Once and Future King is Dismembered yet Again

Half in the Motherland and Half in the Testicles of a Monster

Arts and Skills to Sharpen

Family Circle

Wasteland Kingdom Hill Gazes Raggedly O’er the Medicine Wheel

Tribal Prana of an unlikely Sort

Longing for Warmth in Action – Cozy Work

Healers’ Happy Lament

Offerings for Local Genii

Remembering Moments as Lore

A Sparkling Glance at the Cup

Leaping into the Abyss we Children

Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained

Only Myths of a Mysterious Cauldron

Inspiration

Burned Alive with Prayer

The Guru Kicks Heads

The Fervor of the Faithling who knows Magick

Just another Graal seeping from the Hollow Hill

The Son of the Mother Rises and Sets

A Year and a Day

Pages of the past amidst sacramental wanderings

Housewarming Rites of Pink Beasts

Synapse Dragon Elixirs

Snarling Comrades All

A strange pack indeed

Communication appears but

Roving Bush Gangs Humm the Delicate Night

Prison Awaits

Ritual Suicide with a Wink

One Wonders about that Alien Tattoo

Empires Short and Sweet lost in Time

Only the Outcaste Scribe Knows and he too will Fade

Cypher and Cyber Insider soften the toil hardened minds

Oh to Wash the Feet of the traveling master

Intimacy is the Charge of the Tribe

Drop Self and Go Beyond

A new day dawns and sprouts appear – impervious to our deaths

Yet we still swim in the vessel we fools

The son of a Bitch falls in love with the Choosy Mother

Old and Young merge mere icons of an Age

Soothe the savage beast Sat

Ye Scoffers too fall under the Spell

My Arrow infects ye with Red Love

Flowers and Comfort

A Shepherd’s Apprentice

Success and Failure are Far Away

Whatever Appears is Real

The Weaver