Sickle Moon Fading

Sickle Moon Fading

Here at a Lonely Crossroads Inn
The quiet beyond sunset settles in
Wandering and wondering beyond and within
  all manner of kin

Wrinkled mothers of time laugh without end
For this is our fate this body death ruin
Her crescent will behead us yet

Loneliness, my companion, shows me her wonders
She scents the vistas with burning human flesh

Evenness calls to me if I could but listen through the 
  hazy noise of habitual chasing and fleeing

Perhaps we will one day weary of the charms of ego
  and turn away from the glory of lightning

Carried away by storms unforeseen we go again to begin
Yet another new quest dawns and we shoot a covetous
  glance at the sexy demon called hope
But we lose the perfection of the moment while scheming
  our future glory
Cabals and clans weakly flicker and duties all but devour

Drikug Mother calls for my head
First give up wistful daydreams of craving
Then part with designs of glory
Do away with gold and ridicule
Dharmas of the world begone
Let raucous laughter ring out throughout the deep
  and the dark of dismal abysmal abode of headless wanderers.

May the hook and the noose and the iron chain and offerings find the conquerers

   and in turn and in time vast may they return the banquet of enjoyment.

Sweet summer drifting away day by day by day