Hidden, it seems

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