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Cory Ellis Jun 2013
Hey guys. This isn't truly a poem but a paper I wrote for English class. I wanted to share this view with people and this is the only vehicle I knew to use. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
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The amplifiers were turned up to ten. The young and fresh crowd looked at us with anticipation.

What were they waiting for? As the music began I noticed the subtle movements and growing tension in

the crowd. Men shook their heads and we shook ours in a violent duet between the crowd and

performer. Women and men flailed their limbs as they awaited the ******. We knew when it was

coming; they did not. When we decided to let it all go I witnessed something crazy! There was a brief

pause in the music and when it began again we kicked it into overdrive. We shook our heads with a

more frantic pace. We jumped about like madmen. The crowd erupted; it became its own entity. You

could feel the heat and power of this new creature. We were locked in a violent psychic-sphere of

crazed young teens and when the ****** was over there seemed to be a sense of relief and happiness

in the crowd. Had my after school hobby become a healing agent, even if only temporary, in society?

This papers purpose is an attempt at piecing together the phenomena of catharsis by merging

philosophy, psychology, history and spirituality.



First, to understand the psychology of catharsis we must think back to the roots of this behavior. Since

human life has existed we’ve formed crowds for various reasons. The first reason held the sole purpose

of protection. Tribes of people, men as hunters and women as gatherers, teamed up for the benefit of

human survival. Erich Fromm says that “the meaning of life is not to be found in its fullest unfolding but

in social service and social duties; that the development, freedom, and happiness of the individual is

subordinate or even irrelevant in comparison to the welfare of the state.”(Fromm, 1947, page 51) This

states that a crowd is actually very necessary to the function of human life. The second reason crowds

gathered was in form of revel, shamanistic healing and worship of deities (Ehrenreich, 30). Men and

woman would often enter trances, speak in tongues and become involved in a collective ecstasy while in

worship of their God. In later years, politics, entertainment and rebellion or protest was a main factor in

the gathering of people (Ehrenreich, 102). People gathered at Festivals that were in the midst of being

suppressed and would dance in mockery of their Kings or leaders.



What exactly is catharsis? Catharsis is a purging of emotional tension brought out in a crowd through

the viewing of a tragedy or tragic play. In the article “The Power of Catharsis” Kearny says the following

More specifically he (Aristotle) defined

the function of catharsis as 'purgation of pity and fear'. This comes

about, he explains, whenever the dramatic imitation of certain actions

arouses pity and fear in order to provide an outlet for pity and fear.

The recounting of experience through the formal medium of plot,

fiction or spectacle permits us to repeat the past forward so to speak.

And this very act of creative repetition allows for a certain kind of

pleasure or release. In the play of narrative re-creation we are invited

to revisit our lives — through the actions and personas of others — so

as to live them otherwise. We discover a way to give a future to

the past. (Kearny 1)

I figure that, even though he states that it is a purgation of pity and fear, it could also be involved with

many other suppressed emotions. Take my introduction for example. These kids were not releasing

pity and fear, they were releasing their angst! They were releasing their desire for competition.

They were making up for the violent feelings of agression they felt in their body that had been

suppressed by society for so long! They were revolting! Could catharsis also be used to purge other

emotions as well such as ****** suppression or communicative issues?





How would one come about actually attempting this catharsis that I speak of? We need to first look at

some ways in which people have controlled crowds in the past and realize that crowds form by

themselves but often look for leadership due to what Nietzche called that “herd mentality.”

In the article “Seducing the Crowd” by Urs Staheli it mentions that repetition is a key factor in beginning

to control the crowd. (Staheli, 69) This means that through repetition you can get the crowd to side with

your beliefs. The crowd could begin to think about what your suggesting and potentially be swayed by

the other people that are now following your ideas. It could also be repetition of body movements as

well. What better vehicle is there to sway a crowd than music? It’s repetitive in instrumental and lyrical

form!



Another way to “******” a crowd is to act like a madman! Specifically how I stumbled upon this in

the first phenomena place.

The leader himself is possessed and hypnotized by the ideas

and visions he holds, obsessed to such an extent that he cannot rationally exercise

control over the crowd. Instead, he devotes himself to fascinating the

crowd by more ecstatic means.8 He often resembles a madman but fascinates

by the mere power of his determination. What distinguishes the leader from

the rest of the crowd is his will alone, not any particular intellectual capacity

or a superior morality. (Staheli, 68)

The theory is that through mythological story telling or acting tragically and in a spectacle, we can

actually release negative emotions and potentially even heal neuroses or psychic ailments. Later in the

article he goes on to say that a shaman was actually documented to have cured a woman with a blocked

birth canal and in labor by telling her a story about a warrior trying to exit a cave that had monsters on

the outside trying to get in.

The function of a shaman is to heal his tribe. He uses drugs or plants to change his state of mind and

then by going over to the other side of reality he invokes spirits that help to heal.

In the séance, the shaman led. A sensuous panic, deliberately evoked through drugs, chants,

dancing, hurls the shaman into trance. Changed voice; convulsive movement. He acts like a

madman. These professional hysterics, chosen precisely for their psychotic leaning, were once

esteemed. They mediated between man and spirit world. Their mental travels formed the crux

of the religious life of the tribe. (Morrison 1967 pg. 71)

This shows an ecstatic crowd dancing and chanting while one man acts out a tragic spectacle. Through

this spectacle the shaman acts like a madman. This causes wild emotions within the crowd and allows it

to release their built up and suppressed emotions. Also, the dance and chants bring them to a feeling of

unity and oneness!



One may not believe in the spiritual shaman because of their own beliefs about God and religion. Some

may not believe in the other world that parallels our own.  It is a skeptical concept without a doubt and

there are probably many people who disagree with the legitimacy of the shaman. Is there a way that we

could think of the phenomena in a psychological sense rather than strictly spiritual? The answer lies in

Carl Jung’s theory of the unconscious mind and dream therapy as well as in Nietzche’s philosophy on art

and aesthetics.  



Carl Jung believed that there is a conscious mind and an unconscious mind. The conscious mind is the

everyday mind that occurs in waking life. It is rational and helps us survive. The unconscious mind can

be found in dreams or whenever you experience a déjà vu (Jung 1964 21).  He also believed that through

the study of dreams you could heal certain aspects of your psyche that have been altered by neuroses.

Symbols and archetypes make up dreams and the unconscious, and often you will find that archetypes

appear in the form  of people. Jung believes that through living in society that men and women have lost

touch with their feminine or masculine characteristics depending on their gender. Dreams can help us

get back into union with these lost roles through connecting us with our anima(female) or animus

(male) through symbols in our dreams or unconscious minds. Jung wrote that when society was

formed people took on roles and caused a dissociation in their psyche and caused a duality rather

than a unity when they suppressed one side of their mind.  He mentioned that at all times the

unconscious mind is connecting us on a psychic level.



How does this tie into shamans and catharsis? It seems like something completely different all together

right? My theory is that the shaman or crowd leader brings forth a forgotten union of the masculine and

feminine forces in the universe. Nietzche believed that there are two polar forces that are natural in this

world and in art. These forces are given the names of deities in his book “The Birth of Tragedy.”

The first is the Apollonian force that is masculine. This force in art governs form and dreams. The

Apollonian artist directly takes ideas from his dreams and brings them to life whether it is in form

sculpture or poetry. Apollo appears through an oracle often in tragedy or in visions of the waking life.

The second force is the Dionysian which is feminine. This force governs intoxication, revel and ecstasy.

Dionysian artists are improvisers and dancers and are usually tragic figures. Nietzche believed there are

three different types of artists: Apollonian, Dionysian and the fusion of both (Nietzche 1872 14). This

latter artist is what I believe the shaman is.



Through connecting these polarizing forces he fixes the psychic neuroses in his own mind. He becomes

a unified artist, or a magician of duality. The shaman, as stated above, takes drugs to intoxicate himself.

Often the drug of choice is wine or alcohol though it could be hallucinogenic drugs as well. This tied with

repetitive revel is the Dionysian side of the spectrum and also helps draw the crowd’s attention through

spectacle and repetition. Everybody is ecstatic and experiencing the collective vibrations of the crowd.

Through his intoxication he is able to go into the unconscious mind and produce dream symbols in

reality! The crowd follows the leader into this unconscious mind and brings back forgotten wisdom of

mythology and archetypes. This is the Apollonian side of the spectrum because it deals with the

unconscious mind and dream images. It also could be this “other world” that traditional shamans speak

of. Now the psychic duality is merged and a tie is formed between the masculine and feminine forces of

nature! People feel at one with themselves and the crowd and the societal suppression is vanished

briefly. All the neuroses caused by the suppression fades away in the ecstatic revel. This is the appeal of

the rock concert. Notice how many leading figures of rock bands have androgynous features and

shamanistic nature. This is because they have fixed the psychic neuroses in their own mind and become

at peace with the masculine and feminine duality of their psyche.



Stumbling upon this phenomena in my rebellious youth was very eye opening. Ever since I have been  

very excited about this theory and I’ve been trying to piece it together. It seems to be coming along

further and further in my study of this. What exactly this ancient wisdom is; I don’t entirely know. I

do know that I have witnessed this in reality and the subject is interesting and fascinating. My theory

still has a lot of work before it is completed but I think that within this article I’ve given a decent

amount of history about the topic as well as my own thoughts. Whether this phenomena is true or

not, we can leave that up to the psychologists and philosophers to decide, though I think many may

agree. Either way, catharsis surely does exist and it is a fun way of entertainment as well as a

therapeutic option for many stressed out individuals out there
Eleete j Muir Jan 2012
Piacular restitution suffering joyously
The fallen order of Lilith;
Sunsets secrets scribed defying
Laws pneumatic
A shamanistic seance peacefully
Rousing the foundation of our belief,
Dawns dreaming the fantasy of a seer-
Palpitating asystolic within my chest
The severed hand of God; twilights truth
A stone tablet descrying
My impetuous insubordination
Breathing light upon a black lily
My souls flayed flesh tear stained white
Descending into Hades
Unfathomable regions of despair
As I watch them kneel beside my bed
As if I am prey for those who pray for me
Walking through Persephones garden.



ELEETE J MUIR.
Christian Ek Mar 2015
I want you to look through my infinite playlist and see your eyes light up by my music.
We could spend a night talking about spirituality through the arts of shamanistic practices or criticize american politics.
Or we could lay down quietly side by side and hear our lungs inhale oxygen.
You don't get the same reactions at a bar or club. While the rest seek to hide the self, I seek to free it.
I am daring you to bring out your true self into the light and without any filters.
I am challenging your insecurity, to release the prisoner hiding behind solid bones, get me deep into your core and put away your sharp teeth.
Your with me, where you can feel free.
Antipodean Feb 2014
Poets are writers of infinite truths
Shamanistic travelers exposing fear
Paper and pen prophets rousing the obtuse
Quasi-harbingers of new frontiers

Politicians and their paid speechwriters
Lifetime career prostitutes of lies
Cyrano de Bergerac shysters
Writing pledges they will deny

Poetic outlaws of verse redefining
Societal boundaries of acceptance
Brigands of rhyme rocking the boat
Poems with intended disturbance

Every society needs outlaws
Rebuff the system
Fight back
Or
Withdraw
Sanket Shrestha Aug 2014
I want to be the me that I wanted to be when I was a kid who dreamed of being the me that I’ll be when I turn 70
I want to be a race car, a ******* rush; I want to be a daredevil on both
I want to be a tight-rope circus act, and tread daily on loose strings with firm feet and handstands
I want to be a shaman with normal senses, instead of a normal person with shamanistic pretenses
I want to look what I saw, I want to listen what I heard, I want to speak what I said with absolute, immaculate, immovable conviction
I want to be like Jim Morrison, and sail to the moon on a crystal ship
I want to be 25% pessimistic, 25% optimistic, 50% opportunistic surrealist
I want to be an Anti-Christ neutral anarchist, and go on a nihilistic bowling spree
I want to be like Jeff Lebowski
I want to be an unintentionally over-achieving burnout who’s proud of his very human frailties
I want to be my own version of Salvador Dali’s first drafts, Allen Ginsberg’s papers and Jack Kerouac’s path
I want to write serenades about melted ice-cream, burnt sausages…and similar tragedies
I want to be a comedic prophet with bad timing; I want to laugh at a funeral-my own funeral
I want to be a suicide note; an obituary that says, ‘**** Condolences! I’m dead. Now, just let me be’
And although, I’m not half the things I said I wanted to be,
I’m an ancient nutshell with reinforced-concrete casing and recent cracks that show the me that I am right now,
I’m an educated, at most times mostly illiterate kind of bloke
I’m a six feet tall hormonal speck of snowflake on snow
I’m a growing ukulele, dreaming of bursting out an improvised, deafening, soul scathing Electric guitar solo, on an amp that goes up to 11!
I’m a short-tempered, soft-spoken, heavy-breathing embodiment of all I’ve wanted to be and the things I’ll never be
But right now, I am the me, that I want to be
And all the other ‘me’s would be proud if they could see me.
David Ayres Jul 2013
This synchronicity is fantastic. Simplistic meanings of a mystical, spiritual force swarming around in your mind, quite spontaneously and spastic. I'm not one for only logistics.

Sickly drawn to only scientific facts, while you are spiritually void of anything greater, than your materialistic, non-classical fashions and plastics.

Ticking away your time-clock of tomorrow, drastic changes are being made to suit your every all-knowing, systematic antics.
Shamanistic views are destroying egotistical spews.
This sticky poem may sound gnostical, but I hope it sticks to you.
Jessica Golich Mar 2015
Inspiring a multitude of souls through an artistic composition of shamanistic hieroglyphics; holistic mystic brimming with auspicious desire setting your world afire.
Haydn Swan Aug 2017
The embrace of snakes,
shamanistic dance,
two souls entwined together,
twin flames reaching forth,
binding the one with the other in cerebral bliss,
this their ritualistic initiation,
into the covenant of the two moons,
where only lovers find eternal sanctuary.
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2023
From the psychiatric perspective
All of religion is mental illness
But from Frederick, Maryland
Kurt Wagner has a point

I studied Divinity in Chicago
Deep dish pizza in a war Zone
Father Greeley freely
No desire to anoint

You don't wanna know
What goes on in the upper floors
Of this hospital.
That's what the nurse told me. I believe.


A child of destiny
That's what my therapist said
Cam Cam!
Only 1 time to conceive.

                   Let it Weave!
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2019
Equip yourself! it read
     I wonder what’s ahead?
              Preparation, prayers, the Dead...

                      shamanistic solidarity.
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
When the poets turn against the Empire
It's all over but the screaming
Shamanistic mystics
In the Fire is the Dreaming

Antelope Canyon
A family from Japan
Seattle totem poles
Solitary Man

Deer on my drive home
I listen to the Eagle
Zephyr is a hound
Snoopy is a beagle

We at Angkor Wat
Tokyo train for two
Tecumseh in Ohio
Crazy Horse in view

             Mu
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2021
It ain't over yet
And I got a few ideas
Bit part to play
Mostly behind the scenes

China on my mind
And the UFO
Shamanistic Way
Chicago: Things Not Seen

I ride el autobus
But maybe soon a car
Ah! to drive again
I pray for dear Taipei

Drive to rising Charlotte
Maybe Macbeth in Staunton
Maybe California
San Francisco si xie xie

Live to fight another day.
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2022
Korean shamaness
Choose your words carefully
Mountain spirits hear it
Tigers in the night

Most diligent students
Kimchi for my lunch
Drummers in Toronto
My son's friend does delight

Shamanistic sickness
Asian rain on trains
Hermit Kingdom silence
Mathematics and insight

              Yeobuseo!
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2022
Catholic, but not orthodox
So Catholic from afar
Shamanistic initiation
Follow that wandering star

In my solitude
My emotions overflow it
I might die alone
She will never know it

Coincidence and names
Numbers and license plates
A dream of destiny
A fear of falling Fate

           So I wait.
"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering,
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified,
yet vilified gauche, haughty lumpenproletariat
decreeing blind, deaf and dumb obeisance,
whereby upon forced Sacrificial Altar
erected golden Olympian fleeced perch,
(he acquired, effected, indoctrinated
vis-à-vis bloodless coup d'etat)
absolute dictatorship jump/
kick starting  veneration,
albeit forced subservience

buzzfeeding, fostering (long)
totalitarian reign crafting ship of state  
into figurative unwieldy beastly Leviathan
through present Century21
incorporating deterministic, fascistic,
masochistic, narcissistic, opportunistic,
and shamanistic trumpeting
holier than though malevolent fiery bombast
fulminating laws, exuding self worth
hortatory exclamations decreeing
(by fiat, that no commoner
lest they want an Escort into Crossover realm

he/she cannot afford to Dodge commands,
especially if and when Porsche
comes to shove Fiats promulgated)
absolute valued flat out sharp devotion
pledging (née requiring) pilgrimages,
where his birthplace sanctified
as cultural heritage site,
(a humble abode in backwater of Queens)
dammed, deemed, and donned
for populace to worship
and pay requisite penance de rigueur
in order to avoid premature death;

said consecration viz complex edifice
analogous to Taj Mahal
self declared god enshrined provenance,
where pathway paved with gold
courtesy self declared demigod;
(one blimey, flimsy, nasty
shortish and brutal Attila the *** wannabe),
who served daily dollop of dregs
in ***** deeds done dirt cheap demitasse
admiring, fawning, kowtowing,
primping, et cetera himself,
i.e. a Beatle browed, bobble headed

mop top orange hirsute Talking Head
(though likeness of his trademark
coiffed haired countenance
plastered across every square inch)
detested, and feared unto Caesar,
whose reflection shone thru
and across wall to wall hall
of mountain king mirrors;
meanwhile Blood, Sweat And Tears
for Fears Beastie Beach Boys
and Goo Goo Dolls with ******* aplenty
painstakingly enslaved away

raspily, tentatively verily warbling words,
(while simultaneously severely afflicted
with heebie-jeebies) sung,
(albeit barely audible) Stayin' Alive
amidst noise of torture chamber
smells of burning flesh  
as evidenced by branded, pierced,
snd tattooed rebellious insubordinates
invariably found culpable regarding lèse-majesté,
thus futilely skittering helter skelter
from his majesty paw sized hands
adorned with precious jewels monogrammed

with initials of  Frederick Christ Trump Sr
within whose grotto the heir
found solace, perserverence, and divine guidance
inspiring blistering, glorifying hymns
punishing, and withering edicts
totally tubular proclamations pronouncing
matter of fact, unquestioned imposed fealty
larger than life persona, endowed
crowned, and accorded self  supremacy,
where even divine
cosmic consciousness bows
and trembles acquiescing

toward ornery primate,
whose self crafted patriarchal
mandates imposed unquestioned vows,
where punishment meted out if questioning
of authority appeared to furrow brows
allowing, enabling and providing
totalitarian usurper re: free will ordains wows
be uttered and furor
squelched via militaristic might,
whenever fuhrer didst rouse
the public to pay homage

(even if coerced, forced, and induced)
toward faux courtly house
of seized role of Caesar Augustus
enforcing abrogation,
whence sun t'will
dance and rise to douse
the chill from the dawn
early morn, and mother earth
will be delegated to serve
world wide wagstaff slow caucus
as surrogate spouse, parent, big brother.

Dictatorial modus operandi foisted
upon ******* up public enemy re:
guarding Visigothic, oligopolistic,
hedonistic, and cannibalistic
adopted heir of vested gentry
meted staked, and yoked
fancyfeast sovereignty
intolerant per crowd-sourced
crowing diehard fulminations
denouncing trick air re:
qua hoodwinked treaty
against opprobrious, serious
reign of terror breed

ding steely dang LifeLock
self proclaimed deity
czarist gnome *****
to be (habeas corpus) writ
since this anonymous
cloaked drafted ensign gainsays nothing
as one among populous proletariat
bound and gagged if I don't claim
tyranny rigged by bourgeoisie
and get hung drawn and quartered
as a dire warning damning social compact
left to rot in hell
as a capital one threatening misfit.

Postscript:

I started with the premise
and idea of constituting
the cult of personality worship,
but found thoughts trotting off
in another direction,
and thus felt obliged
to saddle and pony up to thine
predominant sad dulled end
product te deum!
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2023
shamanistic mystic
arriving too late
arriving too late!
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2023
3
3 is the magic number
So is 37
So is 72
Bert be home Blyleven

I'll die and be forgotten
Thus it comes to pass
Dublin meant to be
She was a grand wee lass

Snowfall shunyata
Please protect my sons
3333
Taipei 101

Tidal pools in Monterrey
Som tam, Thai iced tea
Shamanistic mystic
Apart - xie xie ni

       Beauty Baltic Sea

                     T
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2023
Old Fashioned Catholic guilt
Buddhist meditation
Shamanistic mystic
Bipolar elevation

Not much to do today
Get a haircut, take a nap
Wolverine on my screen
My debit card I tap

1 is the loneliest number
I am so into you
2 can be as bad as 1
Pero - 3772

             Es verdad. 'Tis true.
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2019
Reading Moby ****, listening to ****
      is coincidence an anxiety trick?
           shamanistic soul sick...


trying to heal, in darkness I light the wick.
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2023
Mystic on a mountaintop?
I wish - but no, not quite
Tiny little town
2 green lights

Empty cemetery
Protestant, quite close
Mother's little helper
Might get an overdose

Red Pine on my shelf
Inner Harbor, Baltimore
Mircea Eliade
4044

Central Asia, shamanistic
They who live apart
I like Dash Incredible
Not Napoleon Blown Apart

                     Protectors!
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2021
Tro
None goes farther than faith, dear Soren
So what kind of faith have I?

Postcards in the mail
Shamanistic sky

Forgotten lore, Four Noble Truths
No Noble Lies

Dublin. Oxford. Wetheral.
Gandalf the White the Wise

         Open to Surprise
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2023
Shamanistic mystic
If often unwell
Richard Parker
Ishmael
Halloween
No tongue can tell
Things Not Seen
Witherells

             hope!
Qualyxian Quest Jul 2023
Not too fun
To be alienated from your own country
The people all around you
Ignorant, violent, thrown

But it's only mostly partial
I still like Baltimore
Mist on South Mountain
Iraq kills Bush with a drone

Childhood in Columbus, Ohio
Actually Walnut Heights
Cristobal Colon - izer
My how you have grown ...

Don't like the Knights of Columbus
Do like Crazy Horse
Thomas Builds-the-Fire
Shamanistic shown

                 Salmon!
In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
In Charlotte so did I
What dreams may come
Exoplanet sky

Shamanistic mystic
Why, Judi, Why?
Some good thing to do
Before my time to die

              I Thai Wai
Qualyxian Quest Jul 2023
The professors like interesting questions
Who ******* cares?
Better to Sally forth
Better to be one who dares

All these little poems
Not one step closer
Lonely in the Night
Would that she were here!

Indigenous America
Feathers. Turtle Island.
Dances with salmon
Shamanistic shares

Will I get to Seattle again?
Fireflies
Arapahoe
Deer

                     No fear!
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2020
I think it is a nervous disorder
Though I wish it were shamanistic

But maybe baby both
I don't mean to be relativistic

Illness and health together
Suffering poetry

Mother Mary in times of trouble
Whispering: Let it be!
One must go on working
And one must have patience
In Dublin meant to be
In Bangkok Buddha mind

Slowly guacamole
Prayers for Judi and Alex
Washington D.C.
Kinda hard to find

Young sons sung
Susan Darlene Meek
Unable to speak
Little Nikki grind

More than one life only
Shamanistic mystic
Little lotus flower
India inclined

      love is patient and kind
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2020
if
sick and suffering, they said
sick and suffering, it's true

but if I could be shamanistic
I'd sing a healing song for you

              darkness blue
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2020
wanhope desperation
wanhope all torment

yet terrificness sensation
shamanistic mystic meant?
My son starts work today
High hopes for him it's true
Memories, memories
Of my time at JMU

The world is a madhouse
Silence seeping through
Big blue sky
Reno Rendezvous

Golden Gate Bridge
Shrouded in the mist
What I would give
For just one kiss

Middle school books
European trains
Shamanistic mystics
Burning secret flames

                Names.
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2020
shamanistic in the solitude
watching, waiting, sending

The Dao goes into hiding
The Dao is neverending

Climbing Yangmingshan
Teadrinking Tienmu

Looking for coincidence
Listening for You.
Bounce pass to Alex
Hope he understands
Tucson, Arizona
Solitary Man

Shamanistic mystic
Do the best I can
Boredinary blues
Bob Dylan and his band

Her father is a priest
Episcopalian
A little Ancient Greece
A little weather man

Chicago in the winter
All that beautiful snow
Kamakura Buddha
Sledding in Reno

                  Just so.
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2020
Vertiginous. Hitchcockian. Shamanistic.
                       Mystic.

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