I turn to see the Perfect Woman’s face
and there instead is Lord Kalu, King of Dharma
He holds a Jewel and smiles at me at last:
“Philosophers and Scientists may seek
but ever seeking Mind is only Mind
Let Mind rest in Mind
This Stone cannot be cut
Stale bread and fine pastry
are one to the Yogin’s tongue
Pray to the Mother of the Perfect Lineage”
I cry, “kind Master, touch me a second time!”
but He is gone—no vision lasts forever
no Pure Thing holds in an impure mind
But She in whom it’s visioned? my Pure Love?
How can She leave who’s never come to be?
Unseen Her Gaze—unending Her Vast Gesture
I am led into an evening room
What’s this? I see my Friends of Old
My Rug, the Sun and Moon, a Book
Behold! The Signs and Symbols of the Ages
The Rage of a Prisoner in a cell
Two Lovers in a Twilit Chamber
The Play of Mind in the Yogin’s Cave
You who gaze into the wine glass at the party all alone
You fervid Caffeine Seeker
Bong Hit Blower
Carrier of Tobacco’s Secret Case
You in the Elevator Incubation
You in the Cyber Drone
You Criminal
You Liar
You Lover in Your Own Embrace
You with the Acid and the Thizz
and You with the lonely TV on
You who know where the Party is
and You in the Pornographic Dawn
You Digger in the Pit of Greediness
You Sucker at the Tit of Neediness
You Killer with the Blade of Hate
You Fucker of Your Weaker Mate
You Weak Seducer of the Strong
You Quick Excuser of Your Wrong
You Harsh Definer of the Real
You Cutter of the Wicked Deal
You Gambler with Reality
You Loser of Carnality
You Bower to the idol “Brain”
You Liver in the Body’s Pain
You Stirrer of the Pot of Shit
You Lover of the Smell of It
You Warrior in the Secret Wars
You Whore and Monger of the Whores
You Shunner of the Little Child
And You shunned Baby, running wild
Come to Insight’s Crazy Carnival!
Kill Your Parents! (knife both induction and deduction)
Mind wakes to Mind at indecent intervals
Seek a wise Teacher—ask for instruction
Walk the Whole Path for others’ sake
Send joy and gather sorrow with each breath
Call on your Teacher’s Heart—let your Heart break
Meditate past the point of Death
Radiant my True Love’s face
How sad I will never see Her
My heart breaks and I call to the Daughters of the Sky:
“How kind You are to let me sing in the evening!
Please be a Refuge in every lifetime!”
“DEMONS AND GHOSTS! LOOK HERE
I’M CROWNED WITH IVY
YOUR MEAL is rapt in finest Linen White
Come to the Great Feast of the Witches for the Son of the King!”
Confused and tortured those who grasp at phantoms
Happy the Yogin touched even once by the Master
Use this Gem for selfish ends
Build a fire to fry in your own fat
Not even the Lord of Love can help you then
[inspired by KM and Diotima in 2010, before I did eventually see her and learn they knew each other;
published on the old Unfettered Mind Ning site and long ago on this blog, hidden under a philosophical treatise]
