Cleansing Matrix of Black

Cleansing Matrix of Black

Blot Moon Begins

So many children starve

Swathes of rainforest lost

We turn within covering our fragile faces with fur

Hekate yawns

Thresholds are still and quiet

The cricket song has faded

Baba Yaga roams with skull glow on night stroll patrol

Death beckons in the fields

Slain grain pageantry abounds

Dark moon mages wonder at next sun year’s moon work

Day and night confound one another in new contrast

The cold and the dark wax as the heat and the light wane

Illusions of good and evil pale in comparison

The moon has learned to dance, Always watching us with one face

Numbed ones seek shelter in holidays and familiar traditions

We bail the floodwaters of addiction plagues

Falling and rising, Clearing and veiling

Our day and night confound one another as well

Omens were derived from the sky by star priests who discovered science

Choices and gods floated and swam in the soups of mystery

Death and blood lived nearby

But demons are better fed than neglected

The food of attention nourishes the symbolic that sprouts from the ground of mystery

The darkness of the unknown is untainted with the illusory light of certainty

Thought is our Nemesis

We spread our mental tentacles into the fantasies of future and past

Searching for places to frolic and rest

Meanwhile pristine moments pass neglected

Unbounded presence knows the subtle wisdom lights of darkness

Our belief in Time deceives us

The weight of food and the habit of belief have solidified our seeming positions

But we philosophers must delve further in

Let us watch,

Watch what comes

And watch to not follow so that we can truly watch what comes

We watch us watch what comes so we can continue to watch

Then perhaps we will come to know or not know, for words fade beyond the gate