Ode to Royal Wanderers

Ode to Royal Wanderers

Surprise me someone please        Offer me a pleasant abode

Let us sit in circle and offer smiles and bows and mantras

Sharing synchronous mantra speech and prana breathing and body postures

I long for a secret circle of yogins offering mandalas to hidden realms

Come my royal ganas to the dusk-filled chakra and let us bud and bloom

Then may the tumbling lotus-wheel ribbon dance through spaciousness vast and profound

Flesh-eaters, blood-drinkers, and sky-dancers

Pain, gore, and awareness – from metaphor to reality of appearance

Slayers of Illusion, Players of Wisdom

No boundary between the false and true to be found

Realms of contrast transcended

Words confined in word-lands

Let bodily bliss-wisdom be a transcendental force

Ecstasy sprouts in the shaman-yogin’s garden

The king seeks the hidden, hero of the people, sacrificed to danger in a delicate dance

As for them strangers, the ones that may accompany us should be given opportunities

Our cravings destroy us daily,

Anything but the intricacy of the moment do we run and hide among

Reality seems to stink in the midst of delusion

But delusion is the startled skunk that makes the light hard to bear

The sun burns our unaccustomed skin

Acclimate not just to the liberating realms, but

Acclimate to the liberating glow

Tame the glow of awareness that adorns the empty mind

Tame the glow of awareness that adorns the empty mind

Tame the glow of awareness that adorns the empty mind