Churchyard adorned with slain and risen god
Looks like Johnny Scarecrow
Guarding fields of souls and seeds
Osiris of the Underworld Grain
The Peace of April lingers as birth and death roll along
Our petty concerns are just thatScarlet Lady flows within, bitter and sweet, harsh and tender
Green fields and slopes keep the cows nose downCats lounge and stretch in the friendly sun
Starling clouds follow the rivers in search of a roost for the night
The Lotus Wheel is tumbling along
Domestication and even protection is Change
Defying nature is still natureWe social creatures harness the forces around us for the herd-tribe-hive-colony
We collect sun and rain and wind and the refuge of rocks and earth
Air goes in and out from birth to death and the mind follows along
Always movingWater droplets travel within and around the world in many ways
All this water is the same water Recycled
But sometimes trapped here or there for hundreds of millions of years
Sometimes it is better to be cast off into the deep nothing
The Aspiration feeds the Quest
Undoing the tangled knots of delusion in moments of meaningful mindOh yeah back to that
The search for theme or coherence or some features to embrace is just as foolish as this
Cyphers are spirit energies, we made them thusWe spin them out and gather them in
Passing them among us in a dance of mental pollination
Delight and repugnance flitter in daring steps of attraction and repulsion
It is the dance of desire and fear entwined
The body-mind spitting out neurochems and the bigger mind wondering about
the absurdity of it all.
As I roll along my wheel, the sun sets behind me in a world that seems real
Even the past and the future are only available in the Now
If we chase what is not there how can we hope to catch it?
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