Uranus in Aries

Report from over the edge

(falling or flying?)

Actors on this mundane stage

(in prelude to dying)

 

Revel in our role as mobile mud,

immersive experience.

 

Dutifully capped in belief

we would spew

pent-up poison

But, taste!

Fortified water vital

with mineral dust.

 

Awake, world within

moves sanely.

Renewable lake, safe to trust,

pours through this core.

Pain soothed to prophecy:

apocalyptic healing  --

cleansing vision

each from within.

 

May 28, 2010

Basho's Footprint

Basho's Footprint

 

Seek what's been sought by the wise in texts of glowing poetry, in deep-

singed blues

in crypt-hewn runes,

in deepest breath turned inward, surprising miles of memory

in whispered library words

by monks solitary

in solidarity with Muse

who wanders through all time, e-motion, all need for meaning

Seek where your living leads

expecting not, nor pleading for

rejecting not, nor bleeding for

with eyes, with mind, with hands

unbound

projecting

Metamagical Circuit (random excerpt)


Practice, practice, vibrant mauve
smoke rings for my lady
Goddess grants this smiling day
ritual of play
Glory Glory fat silver swords
swashling, caressing, violating the air
You with your act of splendour, curtseys,
curses, all guaranteed to cure
a thousand years of sleep.

Once upon a forest
clip-clop horse hoofs
noses snorting change
seasons - paleo to neo
robins hopping to seed greenery
glowing owls, blessedly blind,
grant swift sanctuary beneath wingspans
illuminated in Arthurian myth,
symbols that yearn like long dormant worms
sucking out dark holes over eons

Today we go to the circus.
Gather, children,
hooked to treacly tether
sharing sweet secrets
surreptitious touch
Mind the invisible netting,
safe from trailers hurtling from highway
or perennial city bus discharge by zombie drivers
only intent on fulfilling the schedule, home before
detonation.

The circus is superb.
Imagine a trampoline ignited by grand fireflies
sparkling dayglo spraypaint into heaven.
Imagine noble elephants, gravely kneeling,
telepathic tremolo soothing vibration
carrying dreamtime back to Earth.

Imagine a dandelion trail outside the
schoolhouse window
breathful breezes of mint and lilac
destiny swells to crescendos of urgency.

Imagine the day that dawns when
you are no longer dreaming.


May 23, 2010

from my Taurus talking points

Some spiritual traditions recognize the wholism of the universe, dark, light, and hues between. The Abrahamic faiths, those who follow the usurping deity who needed to threaten his flocks as the One and Only Holy Father in the Sky, thought to reject the "dark" or "grey" as the territory of an anti-God. (Though their God still gets them to smite at His command.) It is a warrior religion, in which the other needs to be painted black for proper ritual sacrifice. The prophet Jesus did attempt to deliver a message of reaching out to each other, helping rather than warring. Once he died, those who claimed fame through their association with the Holy Son got to twist his message to suit their power seeking purpose.



Where we supposedly have it over chimps and "the state of nature" is our ability to create beyond our immediate situation thus that we can speak not only of biological evolution, but also cultural evolution. The hope is that we are evolving toward a more enlightened, less violent, state. Part of that process includes studying behaviors, making up our theories, looking for better methods of promoting positive social interaction. Or, of course, we could just find more efficient methods of violence and kill us off. Do we have an idea of what kind of mechanism is involved in how that decision is made?



I trust that the universe is unfolding exactly as it should. I don't trust that this has anything to do with my goals or good.



I am fascinated by the concept of a collective unconscious acting as fixative for an agreed upon reality. It occurs to me here that there could in fact be infinite existing possible realities, each anchored by its own collective.



the present opens without promises
maps can only agree with minds
no longer than their past
chance is made for taking
take up dance enjoin with
dancers
embraced in ecstasy unaware
of time or space


People going into an experience with needs/expectations of spiritual or "cosmic" enlightenment often over-react, whether from psychedelic use, charismatic guru use, or other means. If we take the experience as simply itself, we can learn much about ourselves. It's not the method, but the desperation with which it is approached or the need for belief which is invested. Why are people so often so desperately in need of this kind of quick fix for their lives? Why not enjoy the journey?


You believe in god because it makes you feel good to do so. So long as you don't act on malevolent suggestions ascribed to the deity, more power to you.



The war mentality, the us/them mentality, the idea that hostility can breed anything other than more hostility, is ruining us.


There is no need to postulate a nothing preceding something. For Creationists the pre-something was god. "God" may be a useful place saver for a concept as yet unexplored. However, there is no need for conscious Creator pre-something non-nothing. We can postulate a universe always existent and ever changing. Or something else.

could it be that no god wrote a bible -- these are literary works of earlier man based on what he thought he knew? could it be that all the spirit world exists as another dimension which touches ours? could all the stories be true in the sense that myth is truth made into stories for easy travel through time and space? could it be that maybe we don't know the whole story, have mistaken what we thought we were told, and/or have yet to get to the punchline?

Ouroboros Comes to Embrace Sentience

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
A new age is coming
A new way of being is a 'borning
Be alive
Don't believe
Be Alive

"10 things to do to draw up creative energy"


dance
daydream
worry with logic
delve into feelings
play with words and meanings
take a play journey to impossible possibilities
web surf; idea surf; ride a wild wave
face down a demon to discover your other faces
read of random wisdom
dance!

May 10, 2010

For the May Queen

Tick Tock
Time's a'creeping
Maidens weeping
beating rags along the river's edge
Shallow floods keep the land aware
destiny is seatide

Crazy lady mending her endless tears
Throat flumed, a voice to run from
Love never tarried, though many she married
She cocks an eye, arrowing flocks of fears
Cackles and coaxes sweet mourning doves
to carry her coffin to market
Buyers beware

Don't stop
Don't answer
Don't stare
Don't be seen
Hide in the green
Hide in the hole you call home
Never admit you belong
to the caste you belong to alone
Never assent to succeed to the throne
Wait for cover of darkness
Wallow in comfort of sleep
Trade what time you're given
for a secret you can't keep
Destiny is seatide

May 2, 2010