As the voice caresses my feet
I float in wonder at his grace
for it is no longer in my face
and tripping to fall
over him no more
Go home
it says like waterfalls
the shear volume alone
makes shhhhh seem tame
Quiet!
one half hour in shaman land
down the mountain
the snowy show
the absent channel
seen no more.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Today
What is this army of locusts
making the community restless
murmuring vainity?
as the leaders of the Earth
get together to plan a future
void of the self existent
and his chosen one saying:
"Get rid of this belief
and destroy this inclination
contrary to our profitable ways."
The Mighty Shaman
who lives unseen
in mystical places
will jeer and mock
with satire unbound
confusing them
with strange talk
leaving them unfound
At which time
his anger will blaze
and his voice will soar
utterly destroying their way
bringing dread into their hearts
with his unfettered fury
wild and strong singing:
"'Tis I who raise the King
on my most holy mountain
and all else do I own!
What was the scribble and the scrat
on these four plum walls?
This is the enactment of the self-existence
consider this way my offspring
and I will give you what is mine
for all eternity.
Continue asking
and I will give
locusts as your own
and the inheritance
will be the Earth
and its true destiny
with the staff
you will make them meek
and annihilate greediness
as if it were empty glass bottles
shattering to a million pieces."
So mighty men
show wisdom today
in a simple decision
and seek out
and find
the King
Tremble at his powerful way
and feel happy
when you see him
bow before the inner height
because his shunning
will cause you to linger
in dangers because
his anger flares easily
Holy and untouchable
is the one lost
and being eaten
by his ways
for in him he is hidden
on that day for all his days.
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