Unity only comes through the service entrance
As time's spiral holds only what's made from love.
The rest falls away, still whole
As the king hermit is still
At the top of the tower
Waiting for it to fall.
As time's spiral holds only what's made from love.
The rest falls away, still whole
As the king hermit is still
At the top of the tower
Waiting for it to fall.
The seeker must face again the shadow
And surrender another time to the coil of life
In the scholar's studio
Lighting heathen grief,
Preparing the best clouds
For buddha dignitaries.
Interstitially, there are as many teacher demons
As the mandala will hold and have carpets for praying.
They blow their vital breath into a snake
Until the shadow is cast off
Revealed as a human face
And no longer needed in the play.
That was the breath that had brought everyone
From miles away to wave, having become something more
At least while the roads
Are temporarily barricaded
Zacetecas style, the empanadas
International now after all
Though no one knows that but the afflicted,
On clouds now, inside a moment when history yields
To the way they feel now,
What emerged when it ended.
The feeling lingers in the stragglers here,
Still alive in a new day.
