Old Rotty and Moldy Coffee

Old Rotty and Moldy Coffee

Ha, many days abandoned, the stinky sludge starts to set in

Rigor mortis is not far off at present trajectories

A good ride perhaps

But repeated attempts to defibrillate a failing heart will end in failure eventually

Ah so it goes. I have seen it many times

Folk fail to take care of the heart of the circle and the heart gives

The heart is the center of the circle and the responsibility of all not just a few

Each has a part on the circle to give and take from the heart center

When more come it dilutes the effect of others and needs more input from all around

Lest it become unbalanced

Lack of balance is lack of health and vitality and eventually there is death

Plain and simple it is

What say ye, sleeping circle dwellers?

Too many folk putting up signs that lead nowhere

Such subterfuge is ineffective magick

Weak and lazy mages feign beginner’s mind

Pick up your litter and off with you

Folk are flaky, inconsistent, and unreliable

Ah so it goes. I have seen it many times.

Go back then to feeding yer old decaying monsters

Begone ye laggards

Should have chased ye off long ago from my weary mind filled with silly hopes

Ha, neat ole abandoned shack though

Another beauty ravaged by time

All composite things are impermanent or so I am told

So let us seek the uncreated state untainted by creator gods

I got busy and my coffee got cold and old and rotty and moldy

And so did you and I in the hands of time

I find myself longing for pleasant surprises that rarely come

Timeless Awareness is her name – She without attributes

Adorned only with Great Seal

I sing her praises from afar

Alas that is all I can do for now

To Aspire

This is the Wish of Magick

But alas I am patient and so I will wait for an opportunity to strike to the heart of matters

Peace Out