En the year of the Heretic*
En the year of Ganga’s Descent
En the year of the Wolf-Skin
At-one-ment beckons
So,
Keep still!
Keep still
And you are bound 2 feel
(At the base of your spine
Where Sri Ganesh lies content)
Her sharp, pitch-black claws
So,
Keep Still!
Keep still
And you are bound 2 hear
(From the Kingdom of God within)
Her impassionate cry
Her sound unstruck
En the year of the Grazing Whyte Buffalo
En the year of the New Bloodfat Moon
En the year of the Gateman’s Sable Chapeau
Take heed
And do not tarry
Cords of silver
Wings of gold
Need not be wary
Need not carry
The weight of worlds that arrive b’fore them
Do as u were told!
Do what is best 4 your garten
Do what is best 4 your soul
Rid your throat of obstructions
Rid your raiment of desecrations
Rid your boot heels of holes
[Our Lady Of Loreto Aside.]
Stop leaking! Stop leaking faith!
Stop leaking what has been gratuitously bestowed!
Stop leaking light! Stop leaking grace!
And sing that refrain which is closest 2 your heart,
There is only Brahman
There is only The Transcendent
There is only Becoming
There is only The Absolute
There is only Consciousness
There is only The Highest Good
There is only
The Divine
* Not what the proponents of scarcity want you to think;
Therefore, put away your dogma
And break your chains at their weakest link.
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