A Moonlit Memory

Silver moonlight through dense forest leaves,
Atop columns of inky arching  trees.
O’ nocturnal creatures,
With elegiac features 
Satiated,
Liberated ,
Doing as you please.
For
None there to judge thee, 
Sinless as an autumnal breeze.  

Paying homage to gods of old,
To their creed the angelic hold,
And their secret invocations told.

When temporal beauty and youth both fade,
Whilst walking the path of the shades,
That leads to the domain of grave Hades  
with  child abandon ageless lovers shall be
Watched over by plutonian Persephone  

‘Til then dance in silver light,
without fear of the long night.
For ‘nearth Mnemosyne  sacred breasts,
The holy rites there rest,
From oblivion spared devotional intellect 
And the vows we pray never to neglect. 

Delight of Eloa, la sœur des anges

Le génie du mal” by Guillaume Geefs 
For you are not mine enemy 
but first among many whom I pity. 

Son to first-light, Aurora, majestic, 
The Aryan Goddess, Ushas Rik Vedic.
Born of the Titan Eos, 
Dawn and Daughter to Dyēus.
Mortal man’s time you count beyond,
Having been and being for many an eon.
It is said you laid with daughters of man,
Siring giants against whom few could stand ,
First star and son of dawn,
Birthright claimed by kings in Babylon.

Phosphorus, Lucifer bringer of light.
Paragon of senses , nonsuch sight .
Devine nature present in all,
L'ange, le génie du mal. 
Cup bearer of waters from the deepest well,
Whose lesson: illusion,  greed and hate do quell. 
For angels too can from grace and heaven fall,
Even thee the most beautiful eidolon of them all. 

You built a fiery flaming fallacious empire, 
Ruling the heart of them with misplaced desire.
Seducer of maidens with happy lies,
Your scepter you ply betwixt virgin  thighs.
In truth the words of the veracious malefactor,
‘Ce méchant qu'on accuse est un Consolateur.’
Preacher of sin, revelation of the vanity in pride, 
Selfsame accuser from whom many seek to hide. 

Hear now the lesson of the rapture sovereign,
The divine manifestation and son of man:
None but self-nature can self condemn, 
Through love one can fulfill and redeem, 
And the once lost replaced to their former esteem,
To the tableau of the shining stars they can ascend. 

Bodhisattva Christo

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. 

A Shade’s Song

Isle of the Dead by Arnold Böcklin
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. 

Nāmarūpa (name and form)

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.