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EAST OF KUNDALINI

EAST OF KUNDALINI

Let in the love and give it when you can
See the pain and relieve it when you can
Get into religions and beyond them if you can
Follow all the Gurus and pass them if you can

Dive into each teaching for all the essence there
And strip and strip and strip until you’re bare

But keep my friends I pray a little sense of fun
For when the doings and undoings are all done
and the livings and dyings are all done

Somewhere East of Kundalini
The sun with rise _____ and _____ You will be the sun

THE FIRST SUPPER

THE FIRST SUPPER

As above so below
In a life between lives

I sit at a table of light
Set like Da Vinci’s last supper

A table of light lined with people of light

The one in the center the brightest of light
Takes a knife all of light and cuts an arm all of light

The slice of his flesh drips red with his blood
(the only color in the picture of light)

To each at this table he offers

The gift of his flesh to the people of light
(the only color in the picture of light)

One by one they have a choice
not a last supper, but a first

By accepting the gift of his flesh
(the only color in the picture of light)

They come to this Earth
their own gifts to give

ICARUS UNBOUND

ICARUS UNBOUND

Within the greater urge
of man to soar and fly

It is not uncommon
that some may try and die

Salmon must return to spawn
birds must south and northward fly

The Buddha and the Christ
give focus to the martyr’s eye

The fault lies not
in these unalterable things

But in the material
with which he built the wings

THE PIETA

THE PIETA

Michelangelo
polished the Pieta, polished the Pieta
polished the Pieta

Tired past all tired
polished the Pieta, polished the Pieta
polished the Pieta

Polishing her breast
he fell into a sleep, fell into a sleep in the
arms of the Pieta

When the polishing was done Michelangelo
stood back

The Mother was alive, the Mother had an
Aura and the Mother was alive

And yet the Son, the Son lay dead, the Son
lay dead there in her arms

In the mind of Michelangelo a thought began
to grow

Unworthy, unworthy, unworthy
yet I know

I must take the red black blood, I must take
the red black blood
From his side of cold white marble

I must take the blood within me, I must take
the blood within me, I must take the blood of
death, I must take the blood of death to the
center of myself

Unworthy, unworthy, yet unworthy
in my prayer
I must change the blood that’s there

In the mind of Michelangelo, in the mind of
Michelangelo, in the midst of Michelangelo
the red black blood was changed to light
unworthy, unworthy, unworthy
Michelangelo
the red black blood was changed to light

Then the mind of Michelangelo
saw the light return to marble through the
marble hole in side

Saw the Aura of the Mother
saw the energy of Mary
Saw the energy of Mary through her arms
into her Son

Saw the Christ no more of death, saw the
Christ to be reborn

When Michelangelo lay dying
When Michelangelo lay dying and his
friends were gathered round

They saw him tired past all tired on a cot
within his home

When Michelangelo lay dying
When Michelangelo lay dying, he saw the
statue and the stone

Saw the polishing was done

And fell into a sleep
In the arms of the Mother, in the arms
of the Mother

Of the Mother of the Son.

GOODNIGHT MARILYN

GOODNIGHT MARILYN
(or dyin ain’t easy but it’s a livin)

All heroes will be expected to die young
to keep their fans from growing old
and will be well rewarded
in unspendable gold

If it’s sex you give then sex it pays
so take along the two young Ks

Though a frozen instant Porsche crash
could be worth a lot of cash

And the Colonel smiles as the money piles
for haunting supermarket aisles

But for biggest gross and longest run
it’s still the cross at thirty one