Millennium
Trump
Poetry
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All of that which follows was written in stages over a period of time in conjunction with a dear friend who now, having chosen a differing path has gone, passed over the hills and seeks the Light somewhere quite far away... | |||
The Millennium Trumps | |||
[ 1]Conservator | [ 2]Freedom |
[ 3]Solaris | [ 4]King of Cats |
[ 5]Luna | [ 6]Mystery |
[ 7]Civilization | [ 8]Inspirition |
[ 9]The Mage | [10]Millennium |
[11]The Shaman | [12]Transformation |
[13]Transsendence | [14]Time |
[15]Balance | [16] Crossroads |
[17]The veil | [18]Antiquity |
[19]The Universe | [20] Binding Forces |
[21]Dreaming | [22]Rebirth |
[23]Silver & Gold | [24]Reason |
[25]Intution | [26]Attention |
[27]Alchemy | [28] Body Mind Spirit |
[29]Love | [30]The Adversary |
[31]High Priestess | [32]Art |
[33]Communion | |||
[01] ConservatorWater, earth, fire and wind, to Nature's sacred bindings tend. Forgotten now in latter days, in deep lake and caverns maze. Dreaming of the days gone by, new world, young and magik high. Reawaken great and noble heart, Teacher of the blessed art. Wisdom sound, knowledge sage, To know again in this lost age, The glory of the winged mage. |
[02] FreedomWhat they find valuable is my bane, unto my spirit perilous. Better to live in truth & die young, than to live quite long, and die in vain. Time wasted heading your wagging tongue, and living the pandect you ingrain. Many have tried to dissuade me, using logic, guilt and even duty, I fell for that 'cause I could not see, to my soul only, I owe loyalty. My faith in my lord will not fail, the vision he gives me will define, What the canvas of my life entail, in the end, my fate is mine. |
[03] Solaris |
[04] King of CatsThey'll probably kill me for it but then, maybe I'll wake up. |
[05] LunaBreadth is seen on chill night air, in silence we gather. Upon the heavens, white as snow, Winged one waft upon your light. My song I raise with my brethren, voices on the wild's wind. |
[06] Mysteryfor here and now and in ages past much occured, and then reoccured again and again. Timeless dancing in vast univrse, some things must be turned away from before they may destroy us, Somethings would destroy us were we able to comprehend them even at all. Small steps, small steps... From across wast sands and stones of ages past, from coil of life and planet of wing and span, we must claim the darkened sky, the ring is cast, to leave but strange foot prints upon the land Unknowable by the owners of only it's parts, beyond the mere definition of it's beholderrs, while spining silently within our hearts rests the romour of a smile from it's hidden molders That which may not be know by the sons of flesh, nor understood with but our simple human grace, and all the while from within a soul does mesh, and does but place great questions upon our face. There is that which may not be held or graspsed or held onto our compleately to be percieved by us From such as this we must but turn aside or hazzard the wrath of Gods of Aparent Chaos. |
[07] CivilizationWar for thoughts, a cannon blast, not learning lessons from our past. Avarice in this place does reign, upon this earth a deadly stain. Forests and waters lie in waste, Toward our destruction we do haste. Teachings given to our minds, the darkness shines, the light that blinds. Truth is spoken by lakes that glisten, We hear our God, but do not listen. |
[08] InspirationA thing of beauty not of this world, aAn image casting my soul free. A distant shadow of another place, a truth, a dream, a simple grace. My imagination sparks, and I put paint to once an empty space. |
[09] MageMaster's song blaring loud, Calling the mirrored image through, Power wielded makes me whole, Creator/Creation soul in soul. Life and death this work makes one, I care not what price the toll. |
[15] Balanceto navigate the narrow way, always learning. A Void of strife, endless Canyons of sorrow between life and death, today and tomorrow. Perceptions seeming on a high wire dancing Temperence or Severity an ongoing turning. Impermanence and emptiness may not be conceived without knowledge of form or 'me'. Objects contained, great Wisdom earned, subtlety of existence a lesson well learned. To be at once both the cup and it's content, by attention only steering my way with intent. Decadence or sparseness, great Joy, abject pain to curse or to bless, maybe loose maybe gain Life or Death... and soon Rebirth once again Dragons chase their tails maybe now maybe then. To spend life striving for this or for that, Yin of Yang, life prevails, a contented cat. Contented for all that has by now been wrought the content of this dream, is not but thought. Father Sun, Mother moon, may I ask of you a boon? That in this life please let balance stay, and not let circumstances come take away, these feelings I have right here right now with few the worries to wrinkle brow, and accept what is, and what may be, so that when my death does come to me, I will not regret nor ask for more and will come grateful to that door... |
[16] Crossroadsthen two, now more tourquise, then but one again. A serpent coils about me, brushing my limbs, tickles my nose A rainbow seen jewel cut and colliding in stirring sea. A Mermaid finds me in Her mirror, pearls and gold fall unseen Her hand beckons, from tower and span, half seen or just thoughts? Wishes and fishes, choices, turnings and might have been's. A great citidel beneath the sea, portal unto next world. An old man tattered, ragged smiles and lights his cigar by striking his match from off the foot of my now abandoned body hooked, waiting turning in the gentle breeze just beyond the next bend in the road, just beyond your persistent vision now waiting at the crossroads... Smiling, He laughs and turns to walk away, turns again to catch your eye, dark tunnels down, down far, far... smiles again dark glasses catching moon light as He says 'do you believe that you 'get it'?' Shuffling dusty steps down the road and a cock cries in the distance. To be for a time but a horse, a vehicle divine abandoned and strong. The smells of rum, blood, mix with smells of fresh offerings of fruit. sweet things and tabaco set before a pillar stretching from high above star and sky and down and down ,far and far... |
[19] The UniverseBurst forth as Flower from seed A New Fresh Cypher As Brahma dreaming disolves to myriad selves Once again to join. In void the first ray By mineral fire is born Spliting, refracting. The only reason Just is, just because it can No apologies... Now the quanta spins and behind, movement in void God fashioning stars |
[20] Binding ForcesTaught, Formed, Made into, Laws and Principals... Attraction of Bodies, Tamed Lightning, Law of Opposition, Orbits of the Smallest, contained Within the Largest. That which Transforms, Metal to Plasma, Plasma to Earth, Earth to Air and Air from Water back to Spirit again. Do these then Fix us all here and now to Pulsing Cosmos? These do not hold 'Me', Construct my Vision or Fill my Thoughts? Love, Desire, Anger, Thirst for Knowledge and Liberation, Freedom from Sorrow an end to Grief and Loss or the Quest of Art, Beauty, Spirit and Meaning, Seeking Calmness, Reflection and Peace.. Of Whale, White Bear, Eagle, Wolf, Mountain & Ocean, Volcano & Wind... The Need to Express, Formlessness of Forms, Emptiness of Objects, and the Creation of Symbols which may not Exist--> Here. Of these then do this life seem made... Or do you believe your gold rules me? I see but a mouthful of hay, small payment indeed for all my endeavors of the day? Have you eyes but which to see then see I will not srive for your gold, Fearing that I may loose it or suffering worry when I don't hold I choose to loose this vain attachment before I grow too old... I feel cast and drawn pushed here and pulled there my spirit flows my will resists, the howling in the night branches scrape dark windows. Great transformer, fire of fire, Things Created and then Destroyed Shiva and Vishnu wrapped in embrace, fundamental reducer of all vanities. I raise my eyes to shield the glare and ever return the Sun's Great stare. Feelings and Knowings and Thinkings the Moon sets over my conundrums. Turning round about swirling wind, then at rest to wait again your coming. Water blue, deep, and strong, I yet hear the power of your song, Swells cause fear in any heart, Waves to caress ones fears apart. Again for pain and again for joy we are bound for seeking in your Orbit. Wind whipping high across the plain, up the canyon to crash down again. A sweetly scented spring time breeze, the color dance of falling leaves You carry my thoughts, my impressions, my heart along with you. |
[22] Rebirthto tickle a kitten as she passes by. Up on the roof top I'm still wondering why. All of my thoughts tumble on 'cross the sky Morning dawns deep blue, scarlet, gold Regarding the clouds, a wind just grown cold And I hope to awake before I grow old. All my thoughts tumbling or so I've been told Transparent image glimpsed 'cross familiar floor Unexpected meetings a stark knock on a door Half forgotten memories of dark ancient lore So thoughts go a tumbling nothing less nothing more By branch and by sea, by silver moon and open gate. Rise to becoming and shoulder again the packs weight Grasp my staff, my luck, reach for sky, a stalemate as thoughts go a tumbling 'cross a wakening landscape |
[25] IntuitiomWaiting now and waiting still for ages past and for ages will In what has past and what is to come waiting with inhuman calm By star and moon and sliver sky will rise above and circle still In vision clear and calm of heart in quiet night and briefest thought I know as clouds drift cross minds eye with vision true revealing knowing without need for proof beyond faith and what reasons bought All things unsealed and there for each as secrets for the feeling. History waits for our return, intellect and spirit, each in turn Reason now, sensing then, back and forth and back again For we who wait, and those who fear, for golums and for fairies dear Ah, to be born in this age, to be of air but in a cage Freedom is a present dream, a hope, a bliss, a far off gleam, I'll sail away on winds of faith, and speak to angel, ghost, or wraith About the times yet to come, that have been and will be sung And listen to my father laugh, as round and round we walk the path. |
[28] Body, Mind and SpiritIt is like garment to be worn this life alone. A garment which must be washed and sown. Else it become thread bare and tattered before it is time to cast it aside. Like the arm of the Archer it is nothing without the eye, bow and arrow. Yet 'you' are not your Body You are not your mind yet your mind is yours. It is like a great mirror and a projector in one. Absorbing and reflecting back upon your world. It must be fed, nurtured and tended too else it will become locked, distorted and useless before it is time to leave it behind as well Like the eye of the Archer it is nothing without the arm, bow and arrow. Yet 'you' are not your mind. You are not your spirit yet your spirit is yours. It is like a great light a fire which burns within. Source of action, art a lens magnifying perception It too must be nurtured and tended to else it too will wither and leave you joyless and without direction. Like the Bow and Arrow of the Archer it is nothing without the arm and eye. Yet 'You' are not your spirit. Of all three the vehicle of this life has been given you. So let fly the arrow of your intention toward the target of the knowledge of 'you' which is beyond all these. Care for all well for they are the only instrument you have to discover yourself and the 'suchness' beyond. You are not your body or you mind or your spirit yet they are all yours to do with as you will. |
[29] LoveYou see me and I see the light, You look away and I regret. Your love like water feeds my soul, You bend round me, sweet caress. You walk with me, the way is clear, My life is with you, God bless. |
[30] The Adversarytowers of attachment pillars of desire border my way and match my stride. A labyrinth of thought, action, reaction. A goal foreseen or an obstacle not, a crooked turning, an errant word forgot. Who is this darkly seen form standing stark against the sky, laughing on the path to oblivion? Soft voice in my head, almost answers, sometimes lies, be they Gods or Demons, I'm not sure, I wonder why and remain Confused under moonless skies. A left hand turn, when right intend, of promises made, and spirits shattered. In the smallest act, and the tiniest whimper. Will you touch me liar? Will I know or care? Of all these walking around you, who are lost, who mislead? Am I? Hello? God, is that you? |
[31] The High PriestessI know you. I am the seeker, full of grace, You know me. I live in two worlds, wraith and mass, So can you. I am the bridge, walk on me, See the light. |