Dance of the Bodhisattva

The flowers arose in time that is incalculable,

When the winter winds seemed to bring misfortune,

And the days of the elderly were crowned,

With delicate violence and vegetarian ideals

As the forms of the east danced with the seasons,

I remember being so ever much there

Wanting nothing yet seeing all,

And bringing to conviction the eternity of the real sun

As time tames to dreams the scepter of man’s mind,

The seasons are fewer and a few more harsher

The world somehow is lesser perceived

The trees at night howling softly at the moonlight

It seems like a darkness came to engulf the universe

Like a new spirit was born to twist the fate of the everlasting

Later alone I would come to see,

That it was no spirit but I that changed tune

I dance and I dance upon the waters of wonderland,

Like a magic fairy spinning the wanton dreams of forgotten heroes

I wail at the morning moon in degenerate eroticism,

Asking my heart to come reveal herself

The eye was made to look alone outward,

Into the trap-lands of colorful delirium

But could there be something that was free of change?

Some real everlasting thing that looked within for eternity

Soon I turned toward what lay inside

There was like a ghost hiding beneath memories

A something smaller than the smallest of things,

And yet expansive beyond the measures of perception

I turned and I saw that the world is a conjuring,

A conjuring that lit up itself with no conjurer

Into the light came the salted sardine of my dreams,

And disappeared into the blazing fire of presence

The world is a magic delusion of time,

And the ages of morality have brought us to kneel

Before the menial fallacy of death and her sisters,

Begging for a kiss more of life everyday

But what I never saw is that life’s not what it seems,

Not an endless play of survival and struggle

Life is another little drop of ink,

On the ever expanding canvas of ‘I Am’

And the dance rages on into the dark night

Of drudgery and depression

Until the sun rises,

Forever never to set,

In the heart of my heart

Screamjack