There's a Hole in the Sky

There’s a Hole in the Sky

Aye, the wolves ache with hunger as the last nutritional vestiges of my

   beloved friends fall away into waste

There is no fairness in life even though we are the lords of karma that make our house

Give Love when You can, Always and try not to forget

More wretched enigma stretches forth to nowhere and no one

Language was born of necessity and brought forth advantage

And here it just gropes for pretty garlands to feed an art-mind maker of packages

The Fool Dances Alone

For now I will accept the hints and begone, only to come when summoned

Did I draw you near to enhance your world or mine? I am unsure

Communicatory energies barely registering

The altar sits abandoned, old rancid offerings strewn about amongst cobwebs and dust

Humans side by side, each playing their own ego-game, ignoring one another

The Fool Dances Alone

The soft call of a brighter future is the just the cycle we all ride

The muddy murky mist of the crystal ball sees no definite plans

Day by day and night by night we ride duty and habit along our destiny paths

The Fool Dances Alone

Silence, ignorance, and deflection where once was play, trust, and conviction

But wait! Packets of possibility do launch now and then, though likely to fizzle untended

Oh Well, Tis the way of modernity, lost in busyness and self-rising-falling

The Fool Dances Alone

She pulls us Now with potency plucking at our prana

Reality is rarely what we think it is yet we base all our actions on our idea of it

Funny That.

How somberly and soberly and with great serious calm we proceed with our folly

Is there time for love?

Is there time to save even our own lives?

The Crown is seized and no one notices for the Kingdom is a dream of yesterday

Who will Marry the Land?  Who will Lay with the Old Woman?

Who will traverse the Underworld?

Ah but times have shifted and styles changed

Each Self is now King and all Other is Subject as part of Kingdom

Yet King, Kingdom, and Rulership are indistinguishable

We are scattered like disconnected wanderers

What once was trickling water is now rock faces bearded white with ice crystal falls

Now we pull our cloaks of self-interest over our exposed faces to warm them

   with the familiar comforts of the habitual actions that define us

To be hungry or sated, loved or hated, uncertain or fated, lessons loom

I can only call on the gods to help us learn these lessons faster so we can move on

Even the great love-king split into pieces liberating hell demons

Such is the nature of impatience

There is nothing to be done, only doing

Funny, our own thought processes, our own pictures of reality, hide reality from us

The Beauty and Grace that Could Be is ever falling away as the windows veil over

Scanning ever for Opportunity et Unity

Please blow my mind ye of other bodies and mindstreams

Make me smile and wonder joyfully

Help me now I’m falling, ah falling, alas the freedom of space envelops me

I cannot help but think we should be doing things in different ways

Bearing one another up with our individual talents

Instead of showcasing them as singular achievements to be venerated

Composite jewel of many-gemmed facets seems preferable to lone gems all spread about

Pride and Envy are just distractions, why call them?

Death accepts not these laurels

I wanna hold hands again like in the good old days that never really were

Dost ye feel embarrassed for the pitiful stumbling drunk?

Ah but the Joy of the Jig still rings on even in the steps of mad men

There is a Hole in the Sky

And if one looks through the thin silver veil

One might see a fool dancing alone