One eyed one Horned flying purple people eater.
Every day I eat twenty samosas and drink fifty chais. I give 2000 rupies to 100 beggers.
Im sick and gosh darned tired of art.
Labouring endlessly on my magical wooden seals. Celtic knots. Such knots that cannot be undone.
In the evenings I join the monks in their strange prayers. They seem like good people and I may join them in meditation when the wood carving is done.
The Boy in Nepal. Ive heard much from many sources. If you search on the internet now there's information. The monks here are calling him the second bhuda. In January he spontaneously combusted on camera. Breifly coming out of his medation he warned of his accumulating power.
Meanwhile I too am accumulating power. My purpose in coming here was to obtain the greater grace and guidance and blessing of Jah through communion with his various followers. I think it's working. This whole trip has been one long and strange prayer. Many holy places and things Ive done where I have been asked "what is your desire" and yet I have remained wishless. I beleive through this wishlessness Grace and Sidhis are obtained.
Strange that the only way to get what you want is to want nothing.
I remain silent. Don't flirt. Only speak when spoken to. When I take the guitar or simply with the voice, Ive felt a power that I haven't felt for a long while. And it is so good. The other night in the street I entered deep trance as if I was in the subways of Montreal and in the middle there were many people of various races dancing around and giving me amazing praises. Just When I awoke from the trance there was a dog sleeping under my legs and a tiny hindi begger boy curled up beside me.
Angel from Hell. Demon from Heaven.
Give Jah thanks and praises.
ps:
doog yllaer si ereh hsah eht
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
One Eyed One Horned
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Every day I give:
Labouring magical seals
of knots that aren't undone.
In the evenings
their strange prayers
good people
join them is done.
The Boy I've heard from many sources.
Now, information, calling him
he warns of accumulating power.
I too am.
My purpose
grace and guidance
blessing of the various.
It is working.
One long, strange prayer:
Many things in desire
without wishing one obtains.
Strange and only way
to want
to Nothing.
I remain
speak when spoken.
When I take simply the voice,
power for only a while is good.
In the street I enter
the subways
in the middle
there
were various dances
amazing praise
A dog sleeping under my legs
and beside me, I beg:
Angels and demons
Give thanks and praise.
I'm not sure how to tell you thia dude but.....
there's a horn growing out of your head.
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