#asceticism
A dozen fellows draped in threadbare tread densely,
Profligating goons in obsidian gowns
gathered under rainbow
moonshine shaking bronze hands,
howling and ****** in the shambles of the moon,
rap'n and nod'n to the notes of midnight.
The mellow marines mourned over malice,
lionizing over lost ones,
many howled venerated, exalted in wonder
in favor of their thrilling grace, and delight,
and brilliance, and might!
but some neighboring sticklers,
behaved haughty and in disdain,
of the crowdy Cavaliers bellowing echoes
signaling out
to the seers of the sea,
singing to the wands overwatching the wedding,
and ravens listened,
roving like noble patrolsmen.
Traveleres and trainees at sea
humble and bright
niave, and frieghtened
in traverse,
volatile and toiling,
tireless,
Lunatics, (laughing, laughing, laughhing,)
Rumaging through rain,
fireciely,
rallying and rableroused,
through towering halls of mohogony,
hefty and wholesome were their hearts
though, beast of the woodsy edifice
were foul and benumb
scowling with contempt,
haste to devide and devised to hindrance.
Hence the heroes heed
to the valleys of rose, and violet,
and strawberry fields of forever,
seeking Saint Nicholas,
in the bustling Byzantium,
in the murky shadows of doubt.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Chanting 'round fire, I find your ascetic attire.
Swallow me in your divine robes of love.
Burn away what is lost and all is found.
Sun of Knowledge bring Life to stone.
This world is magic and your very own.
Lost along the tiring brick roads,
I retire back home. Solid, within my deep forest throne.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Take what's for granted.
Use it with daily comforts
Watch it disappear
Loose something needed.
Become ultimately free
Cherish everything
Looking for the gold.
Only the silver appears
Better anyways
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 9:42 PM UTC
The paradox of eros mixed with the half-smiling
severe practice of self-discipline of avoiding all forms of indulgence...
Tandava, like the corner of the triangle is undoing the center
Rather burn it all and begin anew then save the system manifesting through this
relationship of : Form and Action
Announcing the difference between desire and duty
Kama and Dharmma,
based in Samsara,
ascension through action-based
relinquished like Karma
But Is he really an Ascetic….
Why then does Siva enter the forest naked with a ***** *****
Is he really an ******
Why then did Siva set fire to kama, indigo weapon, third eye flame?
or was it the other gods that sent him to blame...
Without problems, the contradictory roles seen as whole
in the face of the Holy howling storms, rudra, indra seen in forms
Meditative, bubbling passion sitting still
sacred Dharmma and unattached passion
relates to his skin blue, from that one time
he drank the demon poison to keep his kin coo’
Gangadhara the river was born of your thoughts
running steadily like the state of the freedom
you tantricly embody
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Here's to those who suffer voluntarily,
who rise above the mean and merely momentary
pleasure that we feel sitting on a couch,
eating Cheetos, watching reruns of "The Brady Bunch";
those who exercise, walk fast (raising weights
with their arms in rhythm to their feet),
jog, or actually even run --
as long as there's no clear goal in mind,
no Olympic medal, no short-skirted cheerleaders
proffering kisses;
residents of Blakely, Georgia, and Moosejaw, Saskatchewan,
who steadfastly resist removal to California
and similar climes, knowing intuitively
that delight in perfect weather is born in sub-zero winters,
in summer's humid swelter;
those who do without air-conditioning,
using the money for a violin
or books or trips to the local swimming pool;
those who fast, mortify the flesh, --
or at least skip breakfast occasionally,
refusing to indulge every ****** whim,
letting them ripen, at least now and then,
into actual, robust hunger;
monks in solemn Kentucky silence,
some, I suppose, are misanthropes, here I speak of those
with a normal affection for chat and hubbub
who restrict themselves to a reverent silence,
speech being used only in extremity;
blood donors.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
the first spark sparks
in the wastes of Shabsheer
his bread and water, that of niter
where he would spend nights here
worked as dawn neared
his flame soon to burn a million
harshness and saltpeter
his nickname was 'Paidarion'
his future more bitter
ⲇⲉⲁⲑ took a paid lover
and soon, mother and father
no home, no lamp for his feet
as the Egyptian sun began to blister
under the shade of one's beard
he sought an elder
"watch- for you are awake
you are seeing
you are knowing
watch- the baker as he bakes
the thieves fleeing
and the farmer sowing
"starve- we'll eat later
now we ponder
the hunger of the beggar
the next we pass one
dont let him wonder
invite him to share our supper
"know to rise above
and to go under
to pass through-
and asunder
for He weaves
our lives together
we hold each other
in the pattern of our souls
He weaves us together
that we may hold one another
from the cradle to the casket
humanity woven well
holds on to much more
like a good basket
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC