
Asking leave of resting souls, Over eternal eaves, I took a rainy day stroll. May they find passage in the BarDo.
Ideas realized
Asking leave of resting souls, Over eternal eaves, I took a rainy day stroll. May they find passage in the BarDo.
All is a system, Models clarify systems, Systems are models.
From the Fallen One I learned Of the vanity in pride. Adam and Eve taught me that, From the Creator you cannot hide. Noah’s lesson, to be ever fearful. Abraham was the Knight most faithful. To the wandering tribes of Israel, God commanded of the covenant hold. Master Moses who late realized, With the Divine be not too bold. To David the Lord of all Spoke of his temple in the heart. Erudite Solomon’s lesson, Better wise than smart. From Mary Magdalene and the Apostles, What greater gift than the Gospels, Those teachings of the Trinity Embodied in the Messiah, Christ the Son, That through compassionate love all are one. Namo Guru Christo.
Not coins of silver, nor gold, nor platinum, Are accepted as passage by somber Charon, Who rules the coasts of Styx and Acheron. His grisly conditioned outstretched hands Take not but copper to ferry from those pitch sands. Only those who have kissed obol with cold blue lips Can board the grisly-hull which over shadow slips, Of the psychopomp son of Erebos and Nyx, The ferryman of ghosts across the river Styx. Kin to Thantos and Hypnos, death and sleep, Guardian and guide for those who gravely weep, Carrying away those furloughed souls, Over waters only navigable by his long pole. Grey eyed and of keen gaze, The one who sees through the deathly haze, Where others having met their doom See no horizon only fog of gloom. Psyche he bears on skiff most stable, Toward that dominion of Hades so sable. Hail, shepherd of souls over waters raven Bearer of spirits to the grey safe haven.
Arrow finds its way, While the archer finds his breath, And bow hums away.
Before having poured Water in the glass, Where was the glass of water? Subject to dependent origination, As were its constituent parts, As was the one who poured. Arising from the causes And consequences of karma, Its impermanence The source of dukkha, Stemming from attachment. Neither existing nor not, Before conditioned arising, As is the one who poured.
“Blue” by The Seatbelts from “Cowboy Bebop Blue” album Lesus messiah ut, me decantus Lesus messiah ut, me decantus Lesus messiah ut, me decantus Lesus messiah ut, me decantus Never seen a bluer sky Yeah, I can feel it reaching out And moving closer There's something about blue Asked myself what it's all for You know, the funny thing about it I couldn't answer No, I couldn't answer Things have turned a deeper shade of blue And images that might be real Maybe illusion Keep flashing off and on Free Wanna be free Gonna be free And move among the stars You know, they really aren't so far Feels so free Gotta know free Please Don't wake me from the dream It's really everything it seemed I'm so free No black and white in the blue Everything is clearer now Life is just a dream, you know That's never-ending I'm ascending