Luna Luna Bright Fortuna

Luna Luna Bright Fortuna

June Moon Strawberry Paths to Heaven

O’er the hill she comes a ridin’
Restless tides and spirit guides doing the dance of change

Yoga body stiff and silent

Shaman mind a bit attuned

A new place arrives awaiting a tribe to traipse her tracks

Such vastness and manic busyness as we await death

The beauty of today is the decay of tomorrow, the joy and sorrow wave along

And life is a song

Comfort comes and goes and we race and chase our goals and poles

For this is the remedy for that and that the remedy for this
There is no right, only right now.

We notice contrast and note that nothing will last

Our crap is a trap that we wallow in in figurative sin
Oh how I long for wiser elsewheres

I still wonder about love and lust and virtuosity

Endlessly pointlessly searching and scanning far beyond the moment in dead lands
I folly we long to live in dead lands

Bathed in smoke and woodland folk

In hunger’s bane and screaming pain
Tomorrow is a dim hope for some
Yet we strut as if tomorrows never end
Oh when, my love, will you adorn my mind with your flower scent?

The urge to reel in awesomeness, the purge of all the crass distress

But the quiet and gravity and the girgling body betrays all illusions

There is only our demise to consider and unknown journeys yonder

Meanwhile we can only be kind and rest without worry
Working love and will with a cheerful leading edge to cut the inertias of moments

Goals devour souls

Everything is OK, perhaps not perfect, perhaps not exceptional, just OK

Boredom is a hiding from the mindful moment, for nothing is ever missing
Each moment of appearance offers complete reality