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Shalom

  

"Great Pleasures awaits those who follow the path of the Earthstar,
who adhere to the laws of nature, to the real self,
who abide in the house of the harmonic mindwave" 
- the Lunar Buddha - 

The wonders of being Jewish are highlighted by an awareness of the oceanic, 
self, including a plethora of suigeneris miracles. Shabbatza.  Guided by the
messianic ideal, the buddhist convert assumes an attitude characterized by
a personalized passion for simple truth blended with a fascination with the 
sacred nature of existence. Thus cleansed of a now external confusion, the self 
feels no need to evangelize or proslyetise. Hallelujiah. 

As the celebration of Candlemass nears, the more intellectually inclined initiate 
and plan for the upcoming festivities. Being Jewish and therefore intrinsically 
drawn to the aesthetic, scientific insight and revelation form an avenue for 
personal and interpersonal transfiguration. Yogacara. Darshana. Shakuna 
Tantra.

The most religious perspective tells us of a divine energy or spark inherent in 
all humans; of a natural propensity for discovery of underlying truth, for an 
understanding of the Creator, the master builder of the cosmic scheme. 
Battacharyya.

Just as Jewish holy water runs from the springs of Hadassa, all things may 
flourishing their diversity and inequality. Outside the subjective circumference 
of comprehension, the naysayers gather and murmur among themselves, 
absorbed into doubt and contempt for that which is filled with virtue and 
virtuosity, for that which feeds and refuels the depths of the higher self. 
Bhavana.

Music tells us of an affinity with of the grace and power of the Celestial, 
the Macrocosmic, punctuated by a fascination with the infinite and accompanied 
by a sense of abiding gratitude; thereby  energized by and canonized forever in 
clusters of glimmering gematria and encomnia. Song, Starlight , Shibboleth.

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Halo


Halo

All things in moderation, 
Thus spoke Abraxas

A sunset to the east,
What planet is this?
May I see your calendar?
Do you believe in.........

Something/Anything......
The Ascendent begins his journey
The lights dim and flicker, 
Melting into a distant ovation
Mysteries multiply by the minute
The geometric anagrams simplify the complexity
I fly back to my homeland......

Chaos, corruption, ignorance and fear
I read from the Upanishads and mount the headphones
I rise above and escape in the Self

Another day, another prayer for mankind
I breathe deeply and walk into Nature's earthly heaven
An angelic stillness,
Those who deny his existence must be imbeciles
An ambrosiac silence, 
Those who are too aware appear to be imbeciles

To show someone beauty,
Its all the artist asks
To show someone the God within 
Its all we ask, its all I ask

Beauty my cause for indecision
Causality the nexus of the game
Music my favorite religion
Transcendence my only claim to fame

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Table For One

Table for One  


Striding adroitly through the garbled air 
Never more debonair and dapper
Drawing the attentions of the curious 
Aloof, detached, distinguished 
One impulse shy of normalcy

Again without accompaniment, as his own escort 
Too honest, too eccentric to play the dating games
Oblivious to the stares and murmurs of the fickle crowd
Destined for another date disaster

Onward into the din of the chattering herd
Keeping a safe distance from himself
No time for amenities, no chance of flirtations or temptations
No corsage to balance the embittered interiors

Wiser in resolve, from vows taken to never again feel 
Impervious to the possibility of romance
Undaunted and indifferent, 
Masterfully hiding the damage within
Knowing too well the ravages of love gone bad
Never again to experience the horrors of rejection

How many in your party, sir?
One, just one........
Very well, sir. This way..........
Table, table for one..........

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Delusions




Betrayed by my dreams
Astrayed by an anonymous reality
    I slowly fell into madness, only to discover a more 
    haunting emptiness
And thus, winter arrived in may 
leaving me enshrouded in confusion
and sentenced to a perpetual loneliness

Decaying from the encroaching madness
Drifting away to avoid the pain
Nauseous from a plastic world of illusions 
    I began to run

With one listening to untold sermons
the Priest inside dissolved
Watching wants turn into needs
Searching in futility's name
    I began to create
    To revel in fantasy
    To imagine that which never solidifies
    to delude, in the name of happiness, my insipid world 
And thus to again live in the frivolous doubt of death

Smiling, in now see you, in all your pomp and glory
    So absorbed into the mob mentality
Oblivious to your spiritual essence, worthless in my wake
    You run from your own haunting emptiness

Caught in a quagmire of illusions, 
   You live to impress......
   To succeed in a world of pure folly
Running from the pervasive falsity,
    You must feel superior to be equal 
So driven by a creeping worthlessness
   You create your own illusion of importance
   Your image more sacred than your distant God
   Your imagined worth your only source of happiness

Thus happiness exists, whether delusory of real, 
You with your almighty, deception riddled importance
And I with my flights into fantasy

So God pardon the madman's intrusion
I speak for those caught in their own created illusion
As happiness rules, each finds his own solution
Thus in the name of sanity, I now announce
To each his own Delusion

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Excerpt From Deva Gemini

He is like no other...... Only one....... yet one other may have the intelligence to understand, to understand him, his mind, his motives, his reincarnations and illuminations. There she is, over there, the stunningly beautiful and cerebrally if not spiritually gifted, the one they call  Swashisa. We don't know, but at one time Destiny had its eyes fixed on both of them.

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Transaurius

Transaurius

Divined from a thousand novellas
On the cusp of hallucination
Somewhere between the monastery and the circus.........

Devoid of any specious goodness
Deficient in any and all pragma
Having escaped from several weddings
One if by name, two if by shame

Resonant with the nerdy few
Attuned to the hum of the earth
With seaweed clinging to my reptilian shanks
Moss gathers along my molars and bicuspids

Approaching the waterfall,
Touched by the call to reproduce
Without my briefcase, no magic carpet will appear
Without my pitchfork, the world is less safe

Excluded for being too unorthodox
Spending more and more time around the zoo
Asked to pose next to an oversized geological time chart
Bats don't bite and the bees won't sting

Trolling the outskirts of suburbia
Spawned from a burst of lightning and phosphorus
Mutation has taken my horns and hiss
Evolution returns my tail

Altered forever by all that I've heard 
Sunlight glistens off my scales and spikes
Reading from the book of Commune,
" Frequency, resonance, abnormality,
yin trumps yang, clocks spin backwards, Hocus Pocus "

Mentioned in both the Odyssey and the Mahabarata
I gave peter piper his first sack of peppers
I walked along side johnny appleseed
Because of me, the woman in question had to live in a Shoe

Facing north, nostrils flaring and ears twitching
Detecting a myriad of scents in the breeze
Activating 120 million years of submerged memories
No doubt, three brains are better than one

Poking my head through the bramble bush
Surveying the warm tundra and waiting livestock
Bon appetite..........

Due to sharing the same acreage with both the illiterate throngs
and the alcoholic hordes, a purification ritual is in order
Twilight arrives, all instruments are in ready in place.
Pull the curtain.............