Message 2 the Seekers and Sowers

The Supreme Goal
Is 2 see The Divine, The Absolute,
The Brahman en ev’ryone and ev’rything.

Good Luck!

–  PRIEST

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The Surrender’s Hymn

Om Kali, Kali!
Om Kali, Kali!

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

Eye am here &
Eye beseech thee

Hoist your sword
& sweep all that presently lies prostrate at your feet

Come, Kali
& take all that is yours

Ev’ry memory
& lucid dream

Ev’ry broken promise
& lustful, meandering stream

Ev’ry dark face
Ev’ry star-lit space

Ev’ry curl
Ev’ry girl

Ev’ry gutless fear
& gallant deed

Ev’ry fair maiden’s flushed bosom
& dram of golden mead

Take it all, Kali
Take all you can carry

The smirk
The walk

The rimes &
Lavender pillow talk

Take ev’rything, Kali
Take ev’rything
Eye thought was me

These big, brown eyes
These square shoulders
Shouldering wayward wings

These hands
These miracles
These monstrous things

And please,
Do not forget the heart

Patiently, it awaits
The cruel caress of your heel

Ah! it quickens as your red tongue draws near

The splatter of blood
The clatter of skulls

Kali, eye am here
& eye surrender

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

Thus, take ev’rything you want
& ev’rything you need

© LogosVox 2015

MONKEY

From the quill of Sun Wukong
From the ink well of his glorious past

A slip of arrogance,
A whit of swagger, &
A bit of bombast

Ev’ry inch a poet, a prophet,
& a priest!

W/ each swing of my cudgel
Mountains fall, valleys form,
& rivers once deep

Run dry

[A Choir Of Monkeys En Burnt Cork
& Lips Grotesquely Painted Ivory White.
]
Brio! Brio! Brio!

Truly, the sun has embraced countless moons
Since last eye fell 2 my knees
B’fore the Spirits of green wood & clear stream

But on this daye, en this stronghold of the dead, eye am here
On my knees en petition, en prayer

As the burden of my transgressions, my sins, have grown too fat 2 bear
Much too much 4 even these broad, hairy shoulders

[Aside.]
Shoulders that scarcely find room en rarefied aire!

So eye have come here 2 purge them all!

En this blasted furnace
En this morbid hall

Ev’ry slight
Ev’ry hurtful word

Ev’ry ill-ententioned
Blow 2 the gut

Ev’ry peach pilfered &
Drunken maleficence

Ev’ry lengthy, lusty stare, & remark
& ev’ry challenger’s face pushed ento the muck

{One-Beat Pause}

The entirety of my Life en the clouds has led 2 this;
A symphonie of realised emptiness, sacrifice, & torrential bliss

& it’s plain for even the thickest of thick-headed monkeys 2 see

That if eye am 2 open the way &,
After 500 years buried beneath stone,
Herd cows ento The Pure Land

Eye’ll need 2 stop leaking rays of light
Eye’ll need 2 cleanse this body, a body of cosmic flesh & cosmic bone

Eye’ll need 2 stop leading w/ my left
(En ev’ry . . . single . . . round)
Boasting of my trickeries
Boasting of theft

& eye’ll need 2 do more than proudly wear these scars
. . . iron remnants of a beautiful corruption clumsily put 2 rest

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

What eye’ll do is this –

Eye’ll find the source of the Ganges
& 4 a spell, put down my shoulder armor & cudgel

Eye’ll fall 2 my knees
Eye’ll wait 4 the moon 2 wax

Eye’ll close my eyes, open my arms
& wait 4 the grove 2 bloom, the egg 2 crack

Waist deep,
Eye’ll circumvent the old ford
& not tarry

Eye’ll wash behind my ears
& b’tween my toes

Eye’ll brush away the scars on my shoulders
Eye’ll brush away the scars on my soul

W/out buckling
W/out being told

{One-Beat Pause}

Truly, ol’ Monkey does not wish 2 be forgiven
Truly, ol’ Monkey does not wish 2 be free of his past

[A Choir Of Monkeys En Burnt Cork
& Lips Grotesquely Painted Ivory White.
]
Brio! Brio! Brio!

Ol’ Monkey wishes merely 2 be free

At last

© LogosVox 2014

Vishnu Dreaming

Asleep
He lies on the hip the gods favor least
                    the hip
Whereby forms breakdown
And trumpet vines decay

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

Asleep
He lies on his most radiant hip
                    his back turned toward darkness, the uncreated
Whereby AllThings come 2 be

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

Asleep
He lies on his most merciful hip
And all the while stars fall from his locks and bliss
From the corners of his eyes – closed shut

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

Asleep
He lies on the hip the gods know best
And dreams of a fantastic multitude of Worlds,
Present and foretold

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

© LogosVox 2013

A Hymn 2 the Seeker

En darkness &
En ignorance,
Let the bullets fly

Let their murmurs placate the sufferings of Perdition
Let their cries permeate, then shatter the City of Dis

Verily, ye need not travel that way ev’r again
Verily, ye need not be counted amongst the Dead

As thou wert born 4 mightier things

Neither sustenance
Nor liberation
Did its labors offer thee

Only wretchedness,
Degradation, & sin!

Its devices did not mean thee well
Its laurels did not become thy brow

As thou wert born 4 mightier things

Hark! A match has been struck
A pan of oil lit . . .

Bless-ed be! God’s kiln awaits thee
Ev’ry bone / Ev’ry measure of flesh
Shall not satisfy Him

He’ll want MORE
He’ll demand MORE

The Way without a way
Does not come cheap

{Fingercymbals-Twice}

Divine Right,
Divine Truth, & Kinghood!
2 these art thou a rightful heir

As thou wert born 4 Brahma-Vada
As thou wert born 4 mightier things
As thou wert born 2 drink wine, Soma

From the mouth of God

V.S.

© LogosVox 2013

Rama Prelude № 1

Eye want spiritual orgies, Son!
(At my coronation)

Eye want to wear the crown of my Uncles
And brandish the bow of the Grigori

Eye want Gods and Goddesses
(At my palace door)

Eye want Mountains and Seas and Deserts

Eye want to draw lightning from the skyes
And give birth to a meeting of the eyes

Eye want Knights of Faith, Son!
Breaking bread, drinking wine
(At my dining room table)

Rama! Christ! Mohammed! And Moses!

Eye want orgies, Son!

Eye want orgies
(At my coronation)

© LogosVox 2013