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Showing posts with label Tiresias. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tiresias. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Tiresias in the Cave


My vision is gone, I am vacant and listless
Groping for meaning

A lie in the dark, this life is moribund is cold
I did not seek it

A false certainty, piercing the veil of confusion
Fall into shadow

Catatonia, sleeping once again, lids closed
Dancing with faeries

In a ring of mushrooms, their soft spongy bed
In the wet loamy earth

My heart winding down the beat slows with each measure
Alive and dying

Sink beneath the earth in my soaked and bloated flesh
A shroud for my bones

My marrow, feeds the flowers to Hecate is singing
A lullaby
                       
The meadow is on fire and Persephone is laughing
She slips into the way

The hot blood returns with the demon, my blind genius
Boiled in tears

I am flush for life, for the embrace of the world
And lusting for it

With a mouth full of ashes, spite and bitumen

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

The Toppled God

The Bard once said ~ He could confine himself to a walnut shell and count himself the king of infinite space

His hero, the prince cast his gaze over a sea of troubles, of roiling calamities, and found the sacred moment therein, the truth of the human condition

In jealousy, and betrayal

He stood on a pedestal, set against adversity, against the raging ocean, and the cacophonic caterwaul of the howling gods

There is madness in the wind, and the light of revelation, leaping from the spinning world, in the flashing brilliance of the frozen North

Magnify the light, the slender burning ray, lose yourself and rise, to the place beyond all boundaries, to the no-place beyond all time

Realize, you are an expression of the divine, gaze into the mirrored lens and come away blind, like the old and unperceiving fool Tiresias

Here lies the toppled god, the hungry ego, forgetting and forgotten

Here lies the toppled god, drowning in the depths of delusion

Here lies the toppled God, lost in the void of fear, and self-absorption

In the voice of the tragic prince we are told that there are more things between the heavens and the Earth, than have been dreamt of by the philosophers


~ So says the Bard