Gestalt

The loses and regrets en this Life
We bravely endure w/ the perfect poise of a paladin

We do not mind the hard blows 2 the gut (even when they arrive en bunches)
We do not mind the sword when it is driven, hilt-deep, ento the upper thigh
We do not mind the occasional port-wine bruise spilt across the cheek
Or, swollen shut, the blackened left eye

Indeed, what really finds its way beneath our mail of chain
And digs at the bone
Are the little deaths

The ending of storms
                      of forms

                      of places far-off
                      and loved ones dear

O! How easy it is 4 the sage
2 stand on high
And, with much fanfare, proclaim the cause of suffering

O! How easy it is 4 him (or her)
2 sing rapturously off key

Do not cling / All is Fleeting
Do not cling / All is Impermanence
Do not cling / All is Mara

Bound 4 the bin

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

However,
The business of Death is death

Whose works are fearsome and wonderful and
Whose goal, a lofty one (2 be sure)

Is 2 dispense, by all means of cruelty, upon the soulful,
The boon of The Hero’s Resolve

{Fingercymbals – Twice}

The resolve 2 realise The Divine en the corporeal
And draw, from stone, tides of compassion

The resolve 2 reach ento this net of sorrow
And wrest darkly, from its gems, a golden flower of Paradise

{One-Beat Pause}

The resolve 2 be reborn, reborn from the ashes of The Great Kiln
And become a human incarnation of all that is and all that will ever be

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Bread & Circuses (TwentyThirteen)

Be not distracted by the zebra’s bray
Be not distracted by the cacophony of the market place
And the harsh glare of its electric light

Be not distracted by the glamor of the wordsmith
(His impeccable use of line, rhythm, and metaphor)

Be not distracted by his satyr conjuring
And visions of the fantastic

{Fingercymbals – Twice}

O! Be not distracted by Magdalena, the cut of her negligée
Low – always on the cool eve of a desert night

{Sistrum Scroll To Fade}

Be not distracted by your wont to feed the ego its daily bread
Be not distracted by your lack
Of new world sheepskin and olde world etiquette

Be not distracted by Mosheh’s horns
Be not distracted by the good shepherd’s body broken on the cross
Be not distracted by the prophet’s supreme recitation

[Whispering.]

Be!

{One-Beat Pause}

Be not distracted by the long, dry seasons
Be not distracted by the tall apparitions (peeking thru the looking glass)
Be not distracted by the smoke billowing up from a dying hearth

{Fingercymbals – Twice}

O! Be not distracted

{One-Beat Pause}

By the blood
By the bile
By the black sun crowning
O’er your shoulder

{Two-Beat Pause}

There is much work 2 do
                much work 2 be done

Love’s champion must rise,
The waters freed, and illuminations won

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