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Silence Silence fills my lungs drop by drop, Suffocating the tiny spaces between each tip, Liquefying each thought into golden iridescent honey Dripping from the pool of my brain.
Like silk the jade snake spirals down reaching for the crimson jewel tenderly encased in lead. Sliding, descending, wet friction chokes the throat’s delicate tissues. All sound is muted.
Stop. No breath. Stillness paralyzes each muscle into stone. No sound, no movement. No light. Darkness seeps in, extinguishing all light. The mind wanes. A desperate cry flashes by, Failing to touch, it falls into despair. Gone, silence fills the void.
Black. Empty. Nothing. No sound, no spirit. No movement. I am strangled by the mystic female. Her dark velvet lifeless under blinded eyes. Still black oil in the depth of night. Drowned in silence, I am dead.
April 26, 2009 DaoShi San Rui
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Navajo sunrise prayer In Beauty In beauty, this begins In beauty, the day arrives I will protect myself with this corn pollen I will protect myself with this feather I will protect myself with my prayers I will live a beautiful life May my children be raised in beauty May my children be protected in beauty May my thoughts be beautiful May I speak in beauty Beauty before me Beauty behind me Beauty above me Beauty beneath me Beauty all around me I am beauty I walk in beauty It is finished in beauty It is finished in beauty It is finished in beauty (if someone knows the author, please let me know...)
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A vortex in space, a black hole into the minds' eye. Shimmering Shen travels etheric waves of collective unconsciousness. The 10,000 things are waiting for the awakening. and in their harmonious discord, the opportunity lies beneath shadows of society. Where are you? Who are you? Can you really surrender? The Dao is ever present.
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To Lei Shen Bring it on my Thunder friend Lighting strikes again, again. A howling cry from yonder bends Let it start and never end. If I should die and high ascend Together, the Heavens we will defend.
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| Autumn Equinox, Falling Moon The Moon shines hard interrupting the silence of dark nights rest. Within her silvery rays of Yin the dead awake searching for the way back home. Light is not light, it is heavy, bearing down on our souls demanding its presence be acknowledged. The ignorant stutter under her power not even knowing that this time of transition is here. Close to the horizon the pearl draws out the dragons. Their slithering bodies slide over the night sky coaxed by her beauty to begin the orbit. Desert plains below reflect the vastness of her reach, barren still to the liquid she pours out. 3 days, 3 nights, 3 treasures, 3 Worlds We are children of all. Subject to all. Integrated into the very weaves of time. Close your eyes now and go within.
-CJB October 1 2007
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Thoughts on Summer At the zenith of summer, in this
time that Saturn has cast its shadow on our souls, many of us are
feeling the pain of burning through karma and facing the shadow side of
our selves. We are forced to look at those issues that lie deep within
that remain unresolved. For some it's a time of examining our
relationships either romantic or how we fit in with our current
lifestyle. For others this time of reflection dredges up painful
experiences of the past that remain unhealed. And so for the majority of
us the burning heat of the Sun reaches our inner core with little room
to hide. But alas, Indian summer is approaching and for the short 2
weeks we will be in it's grounding presence, relief is offered and
breath once again fills our lungs.
-CJB
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All of these were written in November 2005 upon returning from my first trip to China. ARRIVAL Thunder echoes over the mountain. Rippling pulsations of the drums beckon us to the summoning. Blindly we walk down the dusty path, Phantom Ghosts soon to be captured. The villagers stare at us with wide eyes, dark mirrors into the Universe of Beyond. Through the first portal we pass. Sucked into its’ center. Such easy prey we are. Hypnotized, fantasized and minimized we begin to feel the weight of our own skin. The second portal receives us with loud greetings. Deafening liquid that cleanses our souls. Like the lamb, we are offered to the Source. Material world unfocused yet surprisingly beautiful, our number has been dialed and we answer the call. Mmmmm. The bitter smell of home. How our hearts so missed this coldness. The Dragon waits within the 3rd realm, the Tiger crouches behind closed doors. Thunder Magic transports us to our center at Tian Shi Fu, and we have no idea what secrets this Temple guards.
CEREMONY With the skill of a Master, Xiao Yi manipulates the objects on his altar. The novices struggle to follow focusing too much on the ceremony. Adept hands guide the Spirits and beckon the Dragon to come to life. Surrounded by the light we are graced with the presence of the 1st Celestial Master, who with curiously stern eyes sees into our hearts. Glass shatters in my body, no defense against his power. Don’t mess with the best and you’ll be safe. Like an Emperor he descends before me. Flaunting his presence knowing I am powerless. Perhaps somewhat arrogant, the wise have not contested that fact. Gold light fills my mind, soft as butter it melts down my spine. A swish of the coat cleanses my feet and the tip of the sword touches my heart. So much attention! Here he is! And now he’s not. Xiao Yi’s fingers twist into inhuman forms, locking in the energy. I am mesmerized by his hands, so graceful yet so powerful. He stands erect, sword fingers on his waist, commanding the Spirits to do his will. Fa Shi he is now. Invincible and powerful just like Zhang Dao Ling. I am in love with the Dao.
FULL MOON The moon shines full on Tian Shi Fu. Fully aware of its beauty are we. Presumptuously sitting on the center Temple, we are engulfed by the Yin. Darkness presses down. The humming vibration that metallically overrides our body. Like surfers we return to the bus gliding over its gentle power. We are home. We are home at last.
SHOPPING We leave the Temple grounds into the relative unknown. Grey streets promising nothing more than surreal experiences. Left or right? Where do we go? Left tempts with colorful displays of garbage. Oily wetness that trickles down the road over tired rocks of yesterday. The right offers faces of villagers trapped in a space between the Old and the New where time crawls over the leathery skin of ancient people. Traditions survive the filth. Towards the Green Dragon wandering feet begin.
THE WALL Past guarded chains I venture, breaking the Sacred Chinese Mandate of Communist Leaders. You will be fined. The Deafening call of the Wall beyond shouts the promise of adventures well sought. My heart pounds and I ignore the faint voices behind me. I am now free!! A vortex lays ahead, treacherous stones just waiting to send me to my death. But this is not new to me. Like a Tiger my boots hit the ground sturdy, powerful and determined. The heart is elated. Sections pass, a calmness sets in. Away from foreigners Wei Qi I am. Dropping down I tap into the history so easily walked upon. A moment of disorientation as a piece of my stone heart shatters. Release, death and rebirth. Alone with happiness the lizard reveals its scales. Reptilian warmth radiating between the Sun and stones. Solitude beckons curious on-lookers. Spirits who call this their home know not that the Mongols no longer threaten the Center Earth. Yes, these are red-gold locks of hair. Feel them glide over warrior fingers. Who am I? Not even I know that answer. And then she comes. Simatai herself glides down from her perch on the mountain top. Perhaps already stirred by the 3 warriors before me. Yes. They too have come full circle. Irridescent beauty of robes of silk. Seduction in full force. For a moment, I am a man. Sword on my back, the fury within wells up and explodes like Thunder. *Stomp* *stomp* Ha!! Magic releases me into her body. She surrounds me with the smell of roses and passion. My life is suddenly clear. Muscles ache with the desire to be strong and once again I remember who I am.
DRINKING The Brotherhood of Love gathers each day around circles within circles. Strange foods offer nourishment to starved souls. Golden Shen bubbles in our glasses. And we toast to the Dao.
LEAVING With Swiss precision time moves on. Each second closer to the beginning. Hardening veins attempt to accept impending doom. The road back home is not smooth. There is no swift step to carry the feet, but rather an anchor to my heart that stretches with the ease of iron. |
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