Lantern Moon Escorts the Troop of Night Folk

Lantern Moon Escorts the Troop of Night Folk

Reality Tunnel Crossroads Network of Network Node

This is my charade this masquerade
This word parade
Words once ripened now rotten
Words once remembered now forgotten
Dream words come and go
We long to decipher hidden knowledge

Venus poses as her fetch the fly to spy on the moon

And her flight cloud with the moon’s light shroud
Gives me fuzzy depth as I disorient

Sound bites and headlines are coaxes that besiege us with opinions and hoaxes

Tricks of the light that made us look
And thus our addiction feeds prediction

Death cuts us off. It pulls us up from the roots. Only fading memories remain.

Birds of a feather chained together awaiting their fate in a wandering whirlwind
Game Over
Yet what can we do now?

Deeper into the gaps of time and space we go to try and know the beyond within

Unadulterated being

Dharma is the essential dogma, the naked dogma without ulterior motives
First there is the prescription then there is the result of following the prescription

Fetterless Wisdom

As Is