Stirring the Cauldron of Wisdom

Stirring the Cauldron of Wisdom

Stir the Pot and watch it settle   Spin the Wheel and watch the machine Go

Motion and Stillness discriminated

Being and Becoming re-fused

The Way In is the Way Out

The Cup of Transmutation contains only Space

Dream of a Circle in Balance   No Hot Spots No Cold Spots

Light through the Prism    Births Clan Organism

The Linked Circle, The Chant, The Shared Vision, The Scented Air, Prasadam, the       

   Thought, the Expanded Self, the Memory

May these Eight Minds of the Deluded unmist into the Five Gnostic States

Kinetic Proton/Potential Neutron and swirling Sea of Electric Ion

Knowledge of Zero, and One Two Three

These I See – Oh do watch this pot for me,  young Gwion

Suck your thumb and taste the milk of eternity

Fluid moves

Containment impedes

The stir stick conditions the matrix

Function softly invades the mother-field of structure
From the churning arises the maiden ruler of love and fortune
But also come the twins, poison and ambrosia
Poison is hidden and contained
The Amrita is stolen, pursued, and enjoyed
And good and evil seem to return to the appearance-world
The Mystery of Sex arises and falls and leaves the residual child

As the root-branch gates allow passage

What goes in comes out and vice versa

But this is just an illusion within an illusion

These words are like a muttering blind man disturbing the silence

Ode to Royal Wanderers

Ode to Royal Wanderers

Surprise me someone please        Offer me a pleasant abode

Let us sit in circle and offer smiles and bows and mantras

Sharing synchronous mantra speech and prana breathing and body postures

I long for a secret circle of yogins offering mandalas to hidden realms

Come my royal ganas to the dusk-filled chakra and let us bud and bloom

Then may the tumbling lotus-wheel ribbon dance through spaciousness vast and profound

Flesh-eaters, blood-drinkers, and sky-dancers

Pain, gore, and awareness – from metaphor to reality of appearance

Slayers of Illusion, Players of Wisdom

No boundary between the false and true to be found

Realms of contrast transcended

Words confined in word-lands

Let bodily bliss-wisdom be a transcendental force

Ecstasy sprouts in the shaman-yogin’s garden

The king seeks the hidden, hero of the people, sacrificed to danger in a delicate dance

As for them strangers, the ones that may accompany us should be given opportunities

Our cravings destroy us daily,

Anything but the intricacy of the moment do we run and hide among

Reality seems to stink in the midst of delusion

But delusion is the startled skunk that makes the light hard to bear

The sun burns our unaccustomed skin

Acclimate not just to the liberating realms, but

Acclimate to the liberating glow

Tame the glow of awareness that adorns the empty mind

Tame the glow of awareness that adorns the empty mind

Tame the glow of awareness that adorns the empty mind

Before the Knowing Leap of Folly

Before the Knowing Leap of Folly

We seekers of gratification     dazzled by illusions grand

We chasers of satisfaction       takers of attraction’s hand

May we know our folly well   and be as lightning and bell

Losing me in the endless sea of we

Lonely though we be, let us see within, to greater integration

Watch and Listen, Sing and Glisten

To the Words of Religion, Be Kind

In the Gardens of Hedon, let us to caution heed

Distinguishing the Want from the Need

Taking Care to sample little food in the hidden realms

Tantric Artists and Precipice Walkers

Assymptotists and Inspiration Talkers

Lapping Honey from the deadly Knife

We wend our way through joy and strife

Mastery is a delicate dance

Humans amaze other Humans

But we all fall to the elements of time and habit

Let us see and go beyond illusions and dwell in unobscured moments without measure

Sweet April Showers

Sweet April Showers

The mad poet wants a taste of the smooth forbidden realm of delights

Deny me no more or my words will suffer and the very face of evaluation

Feed the fool who gives of love and joy

Mutter words in concentration for the transfer of energy to the weak, weary, and mothers

I am in love with a symbol mind, beautiful and deranged woman of the left handed mind

Ride with me in a capsule of wonder, laugh and grapple in stretching leaping yelping awe

I am not afraid and indeed I will glorify your heart

My loves are supreme in the universe

As all beings are glorious within

May the waters flow – wet in the springtime dizzy

Warm and sweet rain of wisdom devours the nymph

Perfect marriage without bonds and soft laughter and wet eyes of knowledge

Ecstasy is subtle thread of balance

Come my love – take my hand, smile and consent to be in love

It is fine and there truly is nothing to lose for love has no bounds

Taste me and I will taste you and we will wander as reckless wisdom fools

There is no taboo here in the welcome land of falling water

Ha – be not a fool and give up this which ye may never know again

Yearn for truth and authenticity and walk not with utter dung

But with he of herbal knowledge, an alchemist of delights

Let us laugh and rumble as joyful thunder 

Raining ecstasy on the youthful land

Oh spring and creature come soon come soon and take my hand with a smile

Big Moon and Compassion

Big Moon and Compassion

Full Moon Lotus Seat

Full Moon Illuminates Wisdom Forms

Clear and Luminous

All is Reflected in the Crystal Clear Lake of Mind

Clouds hide the Sun

Yet Clouds are Space from which they appear to arise and in which they appear to abide

Fear, anxiety, desire, and all these disturbances appear to arise from the undisturbed mind

Division is the illusion of unawareness

Great Compassion is the Hero of All Beings

Seeing, hearing, and knowing all sorrow and pain, 

   yet blissfully ever vanquishing delusion every instant

To sit under your depiction and recite your deeds and qualities is a great privilege

To be able to contemplate the unfathomable qualities of the Wisdom Mother is a vast and     

   profound treasure without boundary

To let go of all craving for glory of the self is to lose a sickening burden

Let us all do just that!

Let us all enjoy great privilege, explore vast and profound treasure, and be free of burden

In Time we stand at various gates where various experiences will befall us

May we tend the moments well and remember to remember

Then may we see further within Time and remember before disturbance arises

Then may we see further yet and liberate all the sprouting seeds as they appear

As I and others enter the long sunset of life cycle, may we enjoy the richness of its beauty

May we peacefully experience the splendid array of colors and the soft glow of the dusk

All that happens is the Nature of Awakening

May we understand this perfectly every moment

May we offer incomparable mandalas of friendliness, compassion, joy, and equanimity to

   one another and abide in these immeasurable realms of refuge

Deeper Knowing may we find with effort and ease both

Remember to avoid the net of the usual path of forgetful confusion

Tame the beast

Avoid the pitfalls, Embrace the calm alertness of kindness, and Tame the mad, feral beast

These words are mere echoes of echoes of the words of great sages

Yet they still retain medicinal qualities

Enlightenment is merely the healing of the sickness of delusion

Let us do what the Great Doctor has prescribed

Let us ever imbibe the medicine of the liberating paths

Let the Big Luminous Moon of Mindfulness light our way