spool

The Fool Abides

a sad clown riseth

i woke early
to dress as a mountain
with Parsifal's grinning vaporous
skull as my cap
walking only in valleys
my stillness dancing on magician's
purple shadows breathing
puffing chaos pipes with
flower maidens behind rocks shaped
like kings of another world
a world vivid as dirt

oh what a feast of fools
unconscious and magnetic
chewing to a brilliant pulp
those who forgot how to
love their own death
to laugh and riverrun
toward the snuff of holy discord
sun and moon sinking into travel
staining void with clarity
breathing in a man
in circles that protect
dragonflies in a rippling
textured magick whole

i wake early
before bristling housecats lose
interest in their
own gnostic poetry
i wake to power in
lakes' sunken depths
where life and death are one
dressing for the day
affixing wings of earth
a skull of clay

2CB or not 2CB

There Are No Misteaks

From Morgan's Tarot Deck.

 

The ancient Chinese said this to each other before business negotiations.

Whatever happens on the relative plane, the cosmos as a whole makes no errors. The uncreated, unborn and unmade always provide new alternatives. There is no possibility of ever straying from the path, whatever its turns may be.

This is not a license to do anything but an assertion that the ego or the illusion of ego tends to create problems.

Pregaming 2012

The High Priestess