Traveling the Curvy Roads of Time and Negotiating the Snags of the Path

Traveling the Curvy Roads of Time and Negotiating the Snags of the Path

Avalon Babalon Barleycorn

Twisting tongues chase meter and memory
Many Moons have come and gone
They rise and fall like the Corn King’s ephemery

Wheels of the Day, of the Moon, of the Year

Roll always along the roads of ease and fear

Ecstasy pales under the maintenance of gory life,

   a distant memory when visits Queen Strife

Inertia is her name

Jaggers

Goals unfulfilled rot half-empty, half-full

Remembered and Forgotten in surge and lull

Silly strivings for praise and reward

How we linger and lurk and lumber toward
Seek not such oh children

How we discover poison and point with our finger

Our smug smirk of blame doth linger
Seek not such oh children

How we ornament and display our talent and beauty, our name

All in the promise of empty glory, the world of fame
Seek not such oh children

How we worry that they despise us, yet if we are sincere, sober of thought, and kind

Such is nothing at all to one who would be genuine
Seek not such oh children

How we fear the poverty of goods though goods distract the quester from the path

Fear not also the abundance that is distraction and all its empty wrath
Seek not such oh children

How we strive ever much for gold and land and machine

For this is the sparkle display of illusion’s sheen
Seek not such oh children

How we obsess with consummation and chasing fun

For this is trickery of the self which is no one
Seek not such oh children

How we flee toil and poorly manage pain and despair
For some is necessary but to others show care
Seek not such oh children

At the Precipice of Bewilderment

At the Precipice of Bewilderment

Synchronicity, the worship of time

Temple, the worship of place

Marry the two and there is the illusion of power

Rejoice in the joyful well-being of fellow wanderers

Sympaths and Empaths all of us be

We are the Space Mother

Will-less changeless world without the illusion of magick

No crests and troughs to adorn the play-mind

How can the wish for others to be happy be a law?

Children of the Wolf, wanderers of the lawless frontier

Strung and hung to be scorched amidst the red earth of the desert

Ecstasy is merely the ignorer of horror

Longing itself is my love for the love talk,

Longing for the spontaneity of being

Armies of burning thought mount continuous assaults

Let Being and Becoming be gracefully merged in a Balance of Traveling Laughter

Take ankh-flight to wherever

Find rest in restlessness

How shall we die oh comrades?

I had a dream I ate shit

It was dog’s duty, I mean I was doing the duty of the dog

Initiation

Welcome to the Eaters of Dung

No rapturism for me

Pounding and calling according to rhythms and formulas

Paying the invisibles the fees of concordance

Making spectacles

Shows and Transactions, entertainment and business

These be dividers, mind-splitting habits

Praise godlessness

To undo what has been done is to change history and memory

Aha! We are perhaps not so chained to the past by cause and effect as it so verily seems

Oh ye symbol worshippers yoked to your symbol-chariots

Techniques are just tools

Eyes are just sensory apparatus

Eye consciousness penetrates space and time and matter and energy

Omniscience OM-nescience

Karmic eyes and Wisdom Eyes may well differ

The hot Sun powers the world and we dream of capturing apexes and zeniths

   and distilling essences and piercing the Solar Disk to enter the light-world of gods

Snakes with wings dance in the blurry worlds of possibility

Words are my only companion

We declare our divinity but no one hears or notices

Subtleties undetected ripple to towards the outer reaches of the universe

   only to reappear in other places and times

Time passes and the Body decays

We go to dusts

Alas I am wound and bound in another endless knot of undulating luck

But one thing I know here: sorrow will become joy and joy will become sorrow

The Middle Way of the Daughter of Justice

Somewhere between the extremes of life’s dreams

Somewhere betwixt all these goals and their poles

Somewhere along the strand of the speculative and the skeptical

Somewhere amidst the range of formal to informal

Somewhere beyond seeking one and not another

Indeed beyond distinction between self and other -

-          Lies the Clear, Quiet, Stillness of Equanimity

The single taste of preferenceless, referenceless balance

Heartfeathers fly as possibility unblurs into certainty

Balance adorns all the Graces

The fetterless fetters of freedom allow me to long for the comfort of duty

The Great Work is Just That

The Not-So-Great Worklessness is Just That

Yet these words seem only to enslave me and I wonder how they can be useful to others

I have scorned feigned coherence and the scheming of fitting in

Etiquette is a double-edged sword

Envious of youth and skill I limp-wander along

Taking time the only way I know

The All-Seeing Eye of Wisdom

The All-Seeing Eye of Wisdom

All-penetrating vision

Zenith of the Solar Wheel

Eye of Ra, Eye of MitRa offers fire to the earth

To see to know the Light of Wisdom

To veil to know not the Darkness of Delusion

The L and the D in cyclic binarity

DaLaDaLaDaLaDaLa

Sun Eye warms the Inner Body with Light

Wisdom Eye reveals distance and depth in stages

The Five Eyes Unveil subtler and subtler realities

Those who have the All-Seeing Eye of Wisdom are protectors without equal

All is revealed in Sattvic awareness

Inner Vision stretches with infinity and shrinks with infinitesimality

Omnniscience with varying degrees of Omnipotence

But alas we have little vision and power at hand

Or so it seems

Oh how I long for chance momentum toward awakening

True coaxing and irresistible allure is in order

Let us go, let us know, and let us show how to go and to know

Lawbreaker

Lawbreaker

Ye who hold aloft such exclamations of harshness and cruelty

Beware of embracing words and abandoning meanings

My acceptance of this drivel dogma is outer and general

Intuition is individual

Your barking and growling intimidates me but little

Guard dogs I guess, but such are typically employed by the fearful

Perhaps it was the times or the personal history of the Mage-Ghost

I need you not oh doctrine

But I recognize the beauty and medicine of the wildflowers growing in your garden

Ye are a dung heap

Dung heaps feed flowers and make food

I am happy to be shunned by hopers and gropers of bible-mind

Ye all gather around structures and mirage-gates, seeking freedom

What is there will be found, and better yet with wily lurers

Mean words mean nothing if they have no practical use

For All?

We shall see

We who take up that which is forbidden know beyond such nonsense

I feel silly in this language

I rest now in disgruntledness

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

Twilight's Gate

Twilight’s Gate

Echoes of the past

Fade away at last

Dreams left undreamed

Mem’ries left unmemed

Yesterdays undone

And words just leave me searching for a pun

Heroes die, Mothers cry

And sorrow is soon forgotten
Sunlight falls and moonlight calls
Then tomorrow is soon begotten

Lullabies and sunset birdsong

I’m waiting here to be with the unseen
Shadows dance in twilight treetops
The night cloak falls, I watch with senses keen

Images of sound

Mix of sky and ground

Stones left unturned

Lessons left unlearned

Bodies in the fields

And song is the power that he wields

Pharaohs fade, heroes jade

And after today tomorrow
Sunlight dies at moonlight rise
And laughter assuages sorrow

Lullabies and sunset birdsong

I’m waiting here to be with the unseen
Shadows dance in twilight treetops
The night cloak falls, I watch with senses keen

May Day Today

May Day Today

Twilight of the sun year, the balance of half this and half that

Balance is Union untainted, unbiased, and momentarily stable

Flowers on sticks anoint the sky

Sticky flesh, the scent of union
Fishy may flower

Shiva’s Penis expands with the Universe

Haws for the future!

Sons of the Robin, goodfellows all!

Fields of Green

Thunder and soaking rain

Dirty socks on the counter

She pee in my beer

She down the hatch and the boy is grossed
New deep night shade as shadows relax

Days go by and wheels turn us into dust

Dance with me ye lovers aloof
Longing for the windows of chance to take me into the action
The pangs of doubt, longing, and futile scheming be gone be gone

Time to Move, Move to Time – Dance our way through lives here and beyond