The shaman lives among usThey sing in the treesThey dance in the breezeThey are the hearts murmurEchoing beyond all things Rhythmic and basicTheir beat is slowAnd almost unheard… “But there is another way — in diametric opposition to that ofsocial duty and the popular cult. From the standpoint of the wayof duty, anyone in exile […]Read more "The Shaman; Reborn"
An old way of thinking might have gotten us to this point but it can’t carry us further and giving up our moment and time to think for ourselves, now that we are where we are, is exactly what we should not do. “When the creators have disappeared from the people, when they are barely […]Read more "Abolishing the Old"
What is this Fire burning brightly, this upward floating freely? What is this crisp dry Air, that makes everything easy to bare? What is this Water smoothly flowing, that ease of downward going? What is this Earth fixed and certain, this hardiness at the final curtain? The Cyclic dance is growing, Our oneness in circle […]Read more "Elements, Symbols"
Our soular movement Creates our gravity From traced infinity In the planetary realms Of intangible existence. This gestation period Before our true beauty Can blossom forth into Multi-dimensional creation. Our musical dance Of soular grace Into the wordlessness Of truth. solitudinusRead more "Soular Movements"
The barren landscape of mind Lies before vast eyes. As the rising sun Slowly illuminates: The desolate wasteland. And when the light Continues to age Out of the firmament Of thoughtlessness Arises the diagram, The edifice Of thoughtfulness. Before command is taken The inverted mount Awaits devotion, Serpentine struggles Through its shivering roaring river. On […]Read more "The Good"
Having planted my feet in richly tiled soil I feel my toes dig into the depths Reaching, curling; almost one, The firm foundation solid in form. Allowing the rising arms to imagine a cross Upon which I verily embrace the unnameable. The heart levitates into the right eye, While the mind slithers into the left. […]Read more "Expansion"
I hold my hands in view of my eyes And am pleased with their immaculatness. I have kept them from hard labour and danger. My eyes then flow up my perfect arms, To my flawless chest, where left bare on my breast Lies my yawning mint condition heart, Who has never had to step up […]Read more "Faultless, Flawless"