All suffering
is valley to
joyous peak.
Recall suffering
halfway to peak...
recall joy
halfway to valley.

Aureole...Manna's descent like showering
waveforms.
Eyes hungering...upturned, cloven in rapture.
Mouth slants open in a salivary click--
come the incantations...come the
anatomical sway of microcosm.
Intergalactic cynosure, pariah, shaman--
mangy interloper teaching wind to dance!
Tamer of the subconscious...mender of schism!
Anathema to Gaia's Satanic Stewards!
To be sought in the House of Aquarius,
haunting its foundation that it may uphold.
The roads to and fro are as anagrams that
alter with the perceiver.
It is the second look, of what's cross with
what Is...and ever shall be--that gives rise
to disorientation...reincarnation.
O grant dancer of self-evidence, grant your
sundry incantations... yearning for Gaia's heart
of hearts.

Sometimes we must listen
Before we talk

Sometimes we must talk
Before we listen

Sometimes we must walk
Before we come back

Sometimes we must learn
Before we walk

Sometimes we must hurt
Befor we cry

Sometimes we must put it away
Before we use

Sometimes we must love
Before we know feelings

Sometimes we must live
Before we die