Searching for Naljorpa Entranced

Searching for Naljorpa Entranced

Somewhere within and without, all pervasive, is the state unsullied with emotive poison

They say to marry a god and get on with it, to bring it all to a monogamous point

But I am free to wander the vastness visiting a thousand wives

Love is Pointless Infinity    I marry the goddess without attributes

My dears are a thousand-petaled flower adorning my topknot

This is merely a song of hope   Of a glorious future that awaits in the silence of a moment

Somewhere there is a mystical door that escapes from the gravity of this habitual consensus

Elope with me my thousand loves 

Let us vacate this wheel for a while to rest without the parasites tearing at us

If only to remember our mission here in the dense land

The snow moon awaits in the shadows for opportune moment to appear

Darkness closes the sky   Look within for a Vision

Yes call for sign, cry for a vision, consult sticks and stones

The ritual duty is simply to be present as best one can

The shaman-poet blends the times into an energized enthusiastic elixir

Time moves upside-down in the Great Below that is Silent of Words

Time stretches forever in the Infinite Sky in the curvaceous body of Space

In the Great Above the Growing Sound Resounds and dances with its Echoes

We are lost in this Country of Circumstances

The Moon calls me to pray

Remember the Bindu that entered the Womb-Gate and grew into this Illusion of Self

Lost in the Matrix-Game of Maha Maya

The balance of great comfort is there until it’s gone and then what?

I will look on the moon tonight and gather its milk-white rays

-after I purge the body and mind with heat from without and within

Then I will re-convene this transmission of glyphic-fire to warm aching bones.

The sunset sweat was dull and cool, just a moment of misty awareness-door

Steamy sound and sizzle and fiery glow of the stone people made by fire and water

Then the inner fire, quick lives without breath

The flaming arrow-shout consumes obstacles

The needle-flame glows within in the re-convention

The gaze is up and out, wishful thinking of living in the natural state

The five winds whoosh about the body mandala

Jewels offer jewels to jewels

There at in-between time – the sacred twilight

Transition of time, like fire is transition of matter

She is Grandmother and Daughter over and again in the tribe each becomes the other

She is a cycle linking generations sewing the tribe mind in a rhythmic stitch

She transmits her milky golden light to those below

We of earth receive her like goats, horses, or cows standing still in the morning sun of a cool day

Statues of smoky breath plugged in for charging

The bursting heart beauty of the Wahoo Tree hangs in the cool daze

Hidden in the dark moist ravine of her rocky thighs is the Maidenhair Fern.

Coyotes howl and yip like a drunken gang of hillbilly sirens

Anxiety attends their blood-hunger family

My back rests on the Oak and my gaze on the concentric light mingling with sky haze

She gives distance to the night

I ask for direction even as I spin the raggedy medicine wheel

Sky and Earth and their incessant sex play

His Penis chases her through the heavens

Twilight consumes the day and Dawn hides the night

Only the loop returns but the line is doomed to wander were it not for curved space

Find the loop in the scrying pool

One day perhaps the splatter will return to the egg and another Universe will ensue

But for now we are stuck with time and matter

Mage locked in the crystal

No Gnostic extraction can win the day

Isolated desolation or just another War in Heaven looms in the barely possible

Perhaps these mad abstractions can suck the poison closer to the surface

Let us dwell in moment by moment Medicine

Let us become Doctors of Awareness and Healers of Confusion

Sanity Sanatantra Dharma Asha Rta

Watch out for Cosmic Order and his unruly Twin

High then Deep then Refined

Layers within Layers, Levels within Levels

Not with words is Wisdom defined

Nor is it concerned with Angels and Devils

The great Orb, she cleverly steals the Sun’s kind rays unaimed

and distills them into her silvery ocean sheen untamed

Souls gathered now may travel where they may according to the appointed way

A tear for time and love for children

The seed assures us it will be OK.