Barley and Butter Barley and butter to anoint your head, To sooth you and give you rest. Follow the light as white and bright, As a thousand suns through white linen. Life is just constant repetition, Each search must end in failure, Life and death a two headed coin, Each has its value and its worth. Words cannot belong to us, They are just blunt instruments, Reordered in our heads, And filtered through our souls. If art is for profit it is not art, If art is about ego it is not true, If you capture a dream in music, That dream becomes everyones, Caravans once traveled to China, With spice and silk, carvings and beads, Coloured ribbon and crafted gold, And drums and whistles and bells. Jasmine and thyme and orange turmeric, The heat of a dry day and chill of a clear night. Mountains with heads of snow fading, Into a misty mirage of cloud and vapor. Beware the wrathful one with skulls, Full with blood to bring you terror, They are reflections of your fear, They cannot harm you unless you surrender. Chants and cowbells and prayer wheels, Break bread and dip it in spiced oil, Oranges and mangos and lemons, Songs of love and loss and respite. Stones places on stones, Shaped and smoothed by the sea, Water and oil become one, Fire offerings to the heavens and earth. Nothing is owned or can be kept, All is transitory and fleeting like a wisp, All the elements work in perfect unity, Unless one is allowed dominion. Your true nature awaits you if you want, If you look and see that you are here, But only for a short time and then, You move on, recycled, reborn, remade.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 18:05:27 +0000
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