As the western lands twinkle… putting their shades divine
There, on our eyes
Famous and yellow
We stumble anew into Light
Emerging from
Mother
We pass unnoticed through people of paper
Their paper streets
Environment changes
They never do question
The western lands twinkle... we often there die
We stumble anew into Light
Beads of the Mother
Now spilled
As Night welcomes softly
Her willing apostles
Hosanna
Horizons bent low – the seed of the poor... emerging of feet
rustling through fields... Hosanna
Prescriptions go slow – the treatment of gold... there
resting aglow, spaded and shown... Hosanna
Wherever you go – the lights are of snow... there triumph ant’s
goal, singing it out to heavens of gold... Hosanna
While moon takes you higher – the body sits low – while spirits
decide the next place to go... Hosanna
The train of your thought – you’re dancing with it, it ain’t no
surprise, you’re traveling deep... Hosanna
And some of us snails – some of us snakes – perched together
to make no mistake... Hosanna
Eating each other – to crawl out alive – shedding the skin
the years
seem so wide though they’re not and they’re cold
and they’re not made of poor old... Hosanna
Horizons plant seed – for those of their greed – the western
lands wait and those who are pure, who don’t hesitate – Hosanna
Naropa
The lord is coming... the woman
Her white hair stained with henna
Eyes golden garlands, sleep, earth, Naropa
Face to face
Where clear light reigns, ceases breaths
Ceases love, cools life, there's death...in garlands of Naropa
The lions are there
As minds undistracted follow the well
The veil, the sentient, symbol, path...Naropa
The union pushes
Not higher the bliss
Her streets, her feathers, henna, leaves...Naropa
Free of heavens
More than the gardens get dry
The sky becomes a blank blue rock, outside
Naropa
Wipes away the serpent
Gratified no guilt
No leaving, no coming, the doors which she passes
So freely
Naropa
So there
The Radiant One
Lucid at birth, neither dead nor alive
Nor spoke of or heard of, the bird's feathered prison
The Radiant One, she comes
Limitless sky, no shapes of decline
Or ascension to higher perceptions of Truth
The Radiant One, she calls
The all-good Buddha unrecognized
Shelters the face, the fingers, the feet & the tongue of The
Radiant One, who calls
Cools life once again, the plains are all seen
From the Eye, not the second, the fourth or the third,
Radiant One at birth
The moon in your water drops arrows of death
Forever, thereafter, whynever, forget you, in sleep
O You Radiant One, relentless
For all that there is, you must find yourself plain
No sentiment, treasure no loss or no gain
The Radiant One explains
In sleep, go too deep, forgive them and weep
Weep for the gold and the valleys of sick
The hymns of the poor... The Radiant One
Must sit there in silence
Must weep
Samsara
The fading of birches in streets’ heavy sight
Passer-bys, wanderers, stuntmen and clowns
All live in your head and with you they die
So elevate Rain
And let them all ride
Samsara, contagious disguise
The Light only differs in N of importance
To those who choose wrong
Receive pretty nothings – and turn with the cities
Of forms there repeated – in mirrors of self
The boxes they dwell in
Samsara, don’t keep them from telling
Undead or unready, the Princess is wailing
Violins shriek, the blind men are sharing
The wise men keep open what ought to be
Closed, they never wear anger, they never compose
A sight of the door that so many pushed through
They’re not really new – and not there for you
The ever unchanging – Samsara is truth
Drinking their wines with a grin on the tale
Telling more lies, circling again, revolving again
Evolving to same, never to self, never to Name
The picture is drawn with too little detail
A shame to the blind, the Sunshine awakes
The wombs that they choose, the paths that they carve
Are never what seems of some matter inside
Samsara, let them ride
Conclusion of Senses
Receive what is yours to receive
Serpentine horns
Blow for the sun
For no-one else blow thee as well
Cut through Night, the Plight, the Fight
And leave you inside
Push “I” outside – wherever you are
Where senses collide with the sun
Where all golden wombs are one
And all you’ve become
Is all you’ll let be
Let hand bells breathe
Reign over thee
No ego
All free
Naropa (I)
The lord is coming... the woman
Her white hair stained with henna
Eyes golden garlands, sleep, earth, Naropa
Face to face
Where clear light reigns, ceases breaths
Ceases love, cools life, there's death... in garlands of Naropa
The lions are there
As minds undistracted follow the well
The veil, the sentient, symbol, path...Naropa
The union pushes
Not higher the bliss
Her streets, her feathers, henna, leaves...Naropa
Free of heavens
More than the gardens get dry
The sky becomes a blank blue rock, outside...Naropa
Wipes away the serpent
Gratified no guilt
No leaving, no coming, the doors which she passes
So freely
Naropa
So there
Lucid at birth
Neither dead nor alive
Nor spoke of or heard of, the bird's feathered prison... Naropa
Limitless sky
Shapes of decline
Or ascension to higher perceptions of Truth... Naropa
The all-good Buddha
Unrecognized
Shelters the face, the fingers, the feet and the tongue of Naropa
Cools life once again
The plains are all seen
From the Eye, not the second, the fourth or the third, Naropa
The moon in your water
Drops arrows of death
Forever, thereafter, whynever, forget you, in sleep... Naropa
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