Hidden it Seems
Hidden it seems is the key to this and that, to flow through
to and fro
Lost it seems is the skill to part the veils
Abandoned it seems is the vigor of the moon honey
Seems is unstable and seems betwixt, reality and appearance
What ghosts hold our cognitions together?
What demons murmur and moan within?
How efficiently do we invest in spirits and deities?
We make juju-flow in our transactions with unseen realms
Sometimes we are hidden in the pill that bewitches us with
beauty and skill
Even the Great Benevolence gets lost among lofty clouds
The Great Fascinator called Appearance lures attention
And back to the breath we come, to tend the flower of now
Hidden it seems are codes and paths through mazes
Breakthroughs and traits be gathered and navigated
May tech and knowledge merge with kindness and foresight
Lost it seems is the sense of abandon,
the common
encounter of the quickness of danger
Feigning and training trade blows and fight-flight flies and
flows
Secrets hide behind doubts, confusions, and fears
The revealer of secrets is the Great Seductress
Defend the nest yet know that there are billions of galaxies
Hidden channels reveal the stolen elixir
Somewhere in the moment is hidden the perfect Wisdom
The Great Mother of Being protects her children, the
universe
She pervades all of the manifestations of her Great Phallus
She impregnates herself into a Great Palace
Within her circumference we dwell here in the center where
was born expanding
We seem Pillars in the Void
Wombs birth wombs and erections of light pierce them
As center and edge hide within one another
We cosmological heirs weave our tales in the myth-mind
What treasure will you pilfer in the Underworld?
Great Seamstress, Mother of Tantra, she sows realms together
with her ribbon-winds
Our form, our voice, and our inner word-machine,
into pond-ripples our projections change
Those ripples are remembered, remnants read the residue
We are not the impulses. We are not the photons. We are not
the ether.
We don’t know what we are.
Even our own nature is hidden from us
How can we know anything?
We employ the Great Thief, Hermes
To bring us news of our nature
Krsna wallows in butter and spreads in every direction
Peacocks of light emanate rainbow feathers like the Big Bang
This becomes the fruit that attracts the Great Yogi.
Bestowal
We supplicate gods and feed demons
We supplicate wisdom and tend delusion
Contemplation and ecstasy are cut by the wheel of duty
Come ride on the wings of Garuda
Come and mount the slithering Serpent
Come and witness the power of the Lion
Dragon is our brother if we but understand
Current of signal that crosses the abyss of synapse
All the young Thoth dudes carry the Goth news
Spreading memes litter the pond with sparkling glitter-algae
bloom
Bias-police, hoaxes, ruses, hooker-headlines, wizards of
sales, and suggestive poses.
Let us delve to deeper level of web pulse knowings
The common denominator is the mind of knowing for love
Brotherly and motherly may we move
