Garlands of Leaves Conceal Horizons Moon

Garlands of Leaves Conceal Horizons Moon

Blossom snow blows and gathers

Hot and Cold and Wet and Dry mix and mingle and mar and mate
Petty dreams and petty squabbles cobble together lazy duty days
Uncertainties mix with the wonders of the season
I wonder and wish

Old flowering potentials re-emerge

Old forgotten songs return
The changes of life and time away from the haunts of the past makes them fade

Silly hopes and desires keep me up late wondering and wishing

The cool of the day subtly returns
Here when the sun sinks low toward the leaf-hidden horizon
There is a moment of reflection
There is contemplation
And knowledge of the impending dusk

Twilight is the door to the Great Mother of Star-Adorned Space

She wears her jewel ornament moon tonight
And shadows too as she offers a nibble and a milky nipple

Warm rays lie ahead

Spring offers a kind of peace of mind and yet
Strange birdsongs appear

Green will win the day and black the night

Green grows and black shrinks
Programmed emergences are loaded like arrows on the bow of cyclic time
You’re up

Age tires the crickety old bones and we know that this life is just a speck on the vastness

Beauty and awesomeness are just intriguing illusions, nothing more really
Duty and bottomless care are just trained fusions of the vast and profound

Seeds swell, stretch, crack, and dance in the earth and breakthrough to the sky

The hidden below now basks in the sunlit above

I grow old

I wonder and wish
The future chases us as we chase it
And soon enough we are dead
But now we can throw back our weary heads and laugh
Crazy are the ways of life
So let us enjoy them and spread this joy around as we can

Banquets of Love and Will

Banquets of Love and Will

The Art of the Banquet is about hospitality. People are invited. Food and drink are shared

Feast of Love and Feast of Will

Feats of Friendliness and Feats of Enthusiasm

Ideas and plans rise and fall

Time goes by

Windows of opportunity come and go

Flux is the nature of things

Summon them

The clan that never was
Thoughts in minds rise, dwell, and fall

Loyalty and suspicion

Betrayal and camaraderie
Which is which is which
Which is real and which imagined
Who knows?

Diversity and habits

Us and them in a million manifestations
Welcome to our way
Hospitality is the mingling of clans
Rules of abiding appear
Alloys of metals make for stronger swords
Allies in battles make for bigger lands

But just now there are only scattered families and futures uncertain

We can only try to save the earth and forge clan-destinies
Hidden among the tripe of norms we are

I wish I could see the way clearly through the deep mist of confusion

I am tired of wishing and wondering what if
Let there be Banquets of Love and Will
Let us not sour and perish in the deceptive lure of beauty and skill
Let us see far
Let us go far, deep beneath the surficial hovering of distrust

Love is wishing one another well

Will is the wiggling way
Love is the jewel globe
Will is the wings
Let there be Banquets of Love and Will

 

 

 

 

 

Now Words

Now Words

Every thing is a configuration, a recipe, a specific array of parts. There are no things. When delight is dependent upon conditions it is illusory delight.
Sky goers manifest the inseparability of motion and stillness.
Sometimes soaring
Sometimes winging
Our feather dance is a power above the world

Our slithering siblings keep the hordes of food and gold in the body of the mother

We are the primal twins, the original sins, the first division into rival clans

Born is war and also the wiggling impulse toward wisdom and love beyond the nest

Wind, sun, ground, and pool caress us here

Nature is nowhere not to be found

Bird Talk Moon

Bird Talk Moon

I saw the drowsy snow drifting off in the evening sun

Yes the evening sun
Thou shalt not? Pass
This is the apex axis pass and there is no way but down or            sometimes up
Crests and troughs are relative
The crest of thy relatives, part random and part meaning

Hero and man and goddess and Heru and Hoor and heresy and sun and ray and way

Heretofore hierophants humbly hum with harps in hand

The crows showed me a murder dance

Symmetrical swirl of particles in a glass of wind
They fall and offer themselves to the sky
The swirling sediment dance gives way to a graceful wind ride

Creatures call and chant for seed

Conversations appear and screech language abounds
Hawk atop a pole bodes ill for small wanderers
Sharp eyes are stalking the scene below
Death. It’s the future
For them, for us, for all

But now is hope for comfort and warmth

Woodpecker defies gravity in trunkwalk
Holy Sassafras

Metal center and plastic circumference

Power

Tree chatter and sky screech and ground chirp

Danger! Food! Sex!

Longing to sleep under an open sky

Longing to rest in the warm green mother and father sun bath
To work and tidy up and thirst and gaze upon what appears

Aspirations for a man’s safe return, safe journey, safe recovery

Aspirations for a warm and calm starry night with no worries

O ye bearers of souls

O ye squawkers and soarers
May you well adorn the scene and be well

I Wish I Could Fly

I Wish I Could Fly

I am lonely

I feel unloved, unappreciated
But I guess I am not real so this probably does not matter

There is but little peace

No matter what I do there will be hell to pay
Vigilance yields little recompense

The doom of oppression and inadequacy hangs over like a cloud

There is no escape
Resistance is futile
What to do
I know not

I lose and that is that is that

Prison is life is prison
Poison is strife is poison

I wonder what is real compassion

Caring for another, a bother?
Caring for an enemy without enmity?
Seeing beyond emotions and the foul words begotten
Impenetrable fortresses forgotten

What is love and what is union?

What is fair? This?
It does not feel fair nor reasonable
What wrongs have I done?
Perpetual criminality appears my fate
There is no hero here, only this vile villain

Pleasure is deplorably splattered

On all our hopes and desires
Happy not happy, even if it mattered
We would still be partial liars
For we are pinned between word-name-notions and feeling potions
Life long scryers

I am lonely and wandering why and wandering what if and

Wandering if there are worlds beyond this one

And yet I have these promises to keep

And no where to go before I sleep

Synchronous Dancing

Synchronous Dancing

The air is filled with toxic memes

We cannot help but breathe

Do we lend a hand to strangers who define themselves by their enemies?

Is it just a phase, this craze, a dead end along the deathless endless maze?

Palaces within palaces and thrones within thrones

Kings and Kingdoms, the One and the Many

This is all of a rhythm this time touching

It seems a manifestation of longing for order in the chaos and randomness of emotion
And a longing for the many to be one

We seek surprise and signs
We stalk for meaning

Are you there? I am.

All this connecting and disconnecting and infinite chances of union

It’s like navigating a perpetual storm
And just now the lantern is hidden
And perhaps we are just being cautious till dawn when we will see the matrix-illusion
   spread out around us as contrast will find us and the long past will bind us

We appear to grow, to go, and to change, like the cup of the universe in which we dwell

We crawl along the web of our circumstances doing what we do
Occasionally we leap away or fend off momentums but overall we are bound to action

I long to watch and listen

Perhaps I should do just that just now
Join me if you like

 

 

 

 

Another Piece of Momentary Nothing

Another Piece of Momentary Nothing

Norms and forms and worms

Slithering ignorances and well visited temples

Dare ye to explore the ever-present unknowns?

Reservations end in the death that is silence
Nothing is saved
All is lost
Quests unventured
Silence is most interpretable between sounds
Otherwise it seems an impenetrable barrier that lacks any betweeness
Words toxic, thoughts paradoxic

Words are like turds
Liberated by the ego-grasping conceptual mind
We summon waste and with it we paint the world
Or as Buddha said, “with our thoughts we make the world”

We are consumers and excreters in many ways

The way of energy exchange is our way as we are denizens of the world

Like the flowing rivers we are takers and givers

In motion we seek stillness
In stillness we seek motion
We feel the comfort we feel the burn we toss and turn in the agony of change

We are here in the density

Such is the agony of the realm

We are finite and subject to disease and decay

Such is the agony of our fates of pain

We are also infathomable mind and so the fetters can be undone
And the agonies allowed to pass away
May it be so

 

Life is a Hoax

Life is a Hoax

We think we experience the world as it is yet we only have a collective vision of it

The cargo of our pasts coincide as they say and so we seem to see the same world

The reality of our senses is passed through the filter of conceptuality

We build our reality with word-thoughts

We seek ease but find only toil

We seek stability but find only change
We seek idle time but find only busyness
We seek youth and immortality but find only aging and decay
We seek existence but find only dependence

We hope for freedom and fear bondage

We dance intimately with every affliction
We know intimately every addiction
We lie and ignore
We despise and adore

What is ours to keep? Nothing

We are guests here wearing out our welcome
We are carvers of niches and selected selectors
We make choices and endure consequences
We are links in chains of choices

We are dreamers, liars, and believers

We are schemers, diers, and deceivers

It is hard to agree amidst the vastness and variability of views

It is hard to agree on a story, on a plan; on the past, on the future

Life is a hoax and yet the hoax hurts and the hoax heals

We discover that we invent reality with our thoughts
Then we discover the reality before thoughts, our original nature
This is our deepest self that is not a self
Or so they say

Nagaruda

Nagaruda

The sun is great fun

The moon is a boon
Mercury flirts with quackery
Venus tempts the penis
Mars is maker of scars
Jupiter is none the stupider
Saturn reveals pattern

5 Ab ra had ab ra 11

7 A ba ra ha da ba ra 13
The centered and the centerless
With the addition of the mystical AA 11 becomes 13

Nagarjuna, the great arrow-snake ornament of exquisite view

Nagaruda
Garudanaga
Nagarudra
Garudanagaraja
The water cycle
Totem of skywater
Totem of earthwater
Enemies Play
Balance
Stealers and protectors of soma
Players in the wars of the gods
Vishnu and Shiva
The one who becomes many and the many who becomes one
Manifestation and Destruction
The Lightning Bolt and the Serpent
Journey and Return
Coagula et solve
Yet joy pervades and connotes the inseparability of coming and going
That awkward moment when inhalation and exhalation get lost in one another
AH
‘Existence is pure joy’
‘The joy of dissolution’
Pax Nagaruda
The flying feathered serpent of peace amidst war and the cruelty of nature
The eye of the net is the node

Calypso

Kali Ipsos
Apocal Ipsos
The god-path of planets – El ipsos
Ipaxsos
Same as it ever was
Signal of distress unto the ether
Vajroli mudra
Yellow snow signal for time-bending star folk
Compassionate One dwells neither in existence nor in the peace of nonexistence

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti

Peace Peace Peace
AH AH AH

Lunatic Fringe and Lost Moons Returning

Lunatic Fringe and Lost Moons Returning

Gentle adrenaline thunder and tears in the wind
The rumble of time, always moving
There are no sides, no teams, no winners or losers

Despised and ignored we wander along unscathed

I found a clan song but to arouse and tend it will be challenge
Contentment and hope don’t mix

We are wildflowers hidden in obscured woodlands

We rot away as fools dance their exalted facades
May we settle into clarity and balance

The quiet winter frost air reveals distance of sound, a wider vista

From here I can command the horizon
Here I can gaze the boundary of earth and sky

Let us pretend, Let us withdraw the sensory cacophony parade

Let us come together and fall apart together
Let us dissolve and reformulate

As brother and sister may we roam the beauty of space

The Circle of Availability feeds us
Social Offering

Deeper intuitive communication is sought here by me

Our feather togetherness is able to subdue the floods of falsity that appear
Well now, perhaps we should delve into memories of tomorrow

We’ve left our plans in hero’s lands

We wander far astray
And though I seek the dragon’s peak
I long to go the Way

Changes loom and meetings with strangers

We are the archonic lords of our own karma illusions
The tide of shared existence and the cycle of the parasite wends along

I long for you and you and you

I long for those who can see beyond the rhetoric of the rallying of fools
I long for the sane yet mad adventurers

Offerings of my very beloved friends to subdue your pangs

Please make balance and wisdom apparent oh spirits of happenstance
May ease of mind ever adorn you oh comrade sentient beings

Earth Raper's Ball

Earth Rapers Ball

We are the rapist and we are therapist

We administer the poison and the medicine as well
We maim and we heal
We are split in this way into hero-villain duality
There is no us and them, just us

We trample and pollute yet we are aware that we do

We mitigate our effects to some extent yet we are growing
Our growth into many of many pulls from the stores and leaves waste and sores

Some shout of oppression and blame the few but it is the many, the all that share blame

The eccentric consumption machine is ultimately unsustainable
Each of our little pats is helpful but secondary to accurate planning
We have monetary resources
We have choices as to how to use them
There are serious risks with all methods
No-brainers are no-brainers
The rest is what faces us

Collaboration is essential

The ability to act fast is essential
The ability to be undeluded by immediate benefits
   at the expense of long-term benefits is essential
The ability to see the value and means of transition is essential
The ability to work in multiple time frames – now and tomorrow – is essential
Political bullshit is harmful
The rhetoric of conflict is harmful
Declaration of war and ideology is harmful
Not considering the views of others is harmful

Policy and appropriation are not won but agreed upon

There is no battle
There is project and the means to proceed
There is Plan A, Plan B, Plan C, and more

Calling Moonward for Moon Words

Calling Moonward for Moon Words

What is worth sharing?

What should be discussed?
What should we do when we get together?

Uncertainties seem to haunt every intersection

There is a certain flow of unfolding bliss-display
It is there in fantasy and there in music

Attentive sweetness and relaxing

Rest in the song’s delight
Words fail to capture ineffable essences
Interactions at intersections

Formalities pervade and win the day

And the distant murmuring din fades quickly away
Friendship is just a fuzzy far off image

We are here in the land of farm and forest
Home
Society is just those few of us here and the many of species other
And media as well, a window to a small sociality

 

The Moon is Like a Lotus Flower

The Moon is Like a Lotus Flower

The Moon is Like a Lotus Flower

Fresh and new, with fragile moments few to sparkle and glisten
Just for a breath or two I stare and here and there I listen
Watery slithering curvy blur departs from her mud sleep
Another day another year another play of hope and fear
Another turning of another circle
And gain and loss of all that is dear
And so it goes the flaming rose away it blows in summer winds
It is the endless flow that will come, dwell, and go
And we’ve nothing to show for the glorious past that didn’t last

Nothing left to do but chase the nimble nymph known as Now

The Moon is Like a Lotus Flower

The mani jewel glow of night’s crescent bow shoots arrows of moon rays
As Eros-Cupid-Kama sends darts of soma hearts on this best of lovers’ days

Nothing left to do but chase the nimble nymph known as Now

But I’ll soon fall away into old habits and chase the elusive rabbits of bitter desire

But archer, archery and target are lost in the none-ness of the faintest point of fire
And me I wallow ever in the mire wailing for a time then settling into the flow of stillness
And then I’ll be awoken by the shrillness of a new day demanding chores and deeds
And too we are all gardeners planting seeds hoping for flowers and fearing weeds

Roses are red

Violets are blue
Life is a dream
And what else but Love could be true?

Romance is an illusory dance

That fades from certainty to chance
As the dance of days fades to wrinkles and grays
Oh time, our lives are truly yours
You lead us to doors
Along paths of endless change
This life is sad and strange
But there are inhales and exhales yet to savor and explore
And moments to falsely and knowingly so adore
We smile for tomorrow’s blooms of children and flowers
And we marvel at the rising and falling of beings and powers

And now and then from the muck of night will rise this lotus flower again