The Giant Car

The Giant Car

The quest for song and story, for children to offer to the well

Contributions to the heap that centers our eyes

The Cone of Power, the Circle and the Point

Creatrix and Matrix

Double ended Wand

Beset by limitations of body and demands of the plane

The many faceted binding and yoking seems the play of Will and Habit

Who is the yoker and who the yoked? The joker and the joked?

Bind the Mind to the Yidam. Remember Vow and Sadhana.

Yet the parrot robot repeats meaningless jibberish

First is the Apparent, Next the Characteristic, and Last the True

The quest for Non-delusion stays fresh in a sharp-minded wanderer

Aspire Aspire, Never Tire, Enflame Thyself, with Fire, with Fire

Dance the Mind, Draw Up, Draw Up

Take sustenance, Aye drain the Cup

Allow the Master to train the Pup

Pointing here and Pointing there and drawing shapes upon the Air

The Mage seeks the mixing of Worlds

Looking for signs and omens to point the way

  Beyond the Obstacles of distraction and discomfort

Don’t despair for the moment is there, is here

and Non-delusion is ever-near.

Ha, I am the shadow, anonymity, content to be unknown.

Aquarian tribes of jesters and scribes, of students and mutants

Symbolic languages abused by dogmatists and poets

Our laughter dissolves our illusions of tidiness

Somewhere beyond token friendship and suspicion is true collaboration

Trust beyond the barrier-infested confused world of dysfunction

There is harmony and the music of balance

Balance beyond the night’s climaxing crescendo

The crescent moon beyond the extremes of full and empty

Confidence in tomorrow the sober mind gives

Yet clarity and sanity fix and trap the mind as well

Somewhere beyond the toxic and the tonic is the Supra-Medicine Mind

The Medicine Field, the Medicine Realm, the Buddha Potion, Ocean of Awakening

We name things, known and unknown

Hoping that ideas will lead the way to Wisdom

The poet-mage turns into liquid in order to penetrate worlds with only words to reveal

So we have heard and been fascinated by the harmony of planets and music and numbers

Riding our stunning synchronicities and chasing our own self-important destinies.

Ah, but now I remember, this discontentment is just a display of magical illusion.

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