a trip, after reading the tibetan book of the dead
there was once a boy, conceived of the manas of the eastern mountains.
his father, a potatoe farmer from the hills of music and dance
his mother, a retired witch of the east, of wisened and golden age.
there was much love amongst them, though it was not always shown.
born of the mystic energies, he was privelaged to witness the ancients themselves
formed of the very mana of the world,
into beings of great power.
while at first it was frightening, with time it became ecstasy to witness.
the others born of his great mother
were incarnations of possibilites of the first,
but they were not he.
about them, another plane of love existed.
at a young age, the manas carried the boy
and he was met with his brother and sister from the sky -
they both showed him great love, and he they
these three centers had known each other for all eternity.
while his father was the key to his unlocking in the diamond world
he was not his instructor, and the manas sent forth a lion god
who taught him the empty way of the masters.
this, given out of pure and selfless love, carried him through all obstacles safely
the boy, conceived of mana, maintained a scar
an imperfection, an anchor in the diamond world
whose presence was not always mourned, but carried
it was this imperfection that gave him life, and for that he was loved
on his path, the boy met many people and many things
that would distract him from his ascent back to the sky
in some he partook, in some he did not.
but ultimately, all things were released for the pure return
above all things, the boy sought his shadow
the darkness, the other half of his one'ness
who would smooth his jagged edge, and help him carry back to sky
it was this return to one'ness that would admit him to eternity
to him, a faerie spirit was summoned from the elder forests
her aura filled him, and...
his father, a potatoe farmer from the hills of music and dance
his mother, a retired witch of the east, of wisened and golden age.
there was much love amongst them, though it was not always shown.
born of the mystic energies, he was privelaged to witness the ancients themselves
formed of the very mana of the world,
into beings of great power.
while at first it was frightening, with time it became ecstasy to witness.
the others born of his great mother
were incarnations of possibilites of the first,
but they were not he.
about them, another plane of love existed.
at a young age, the manas carried the boy
and he was met with his brother and sister from the sky -
they both showed him great love, and he they
these three centers had known each other for all eternity.
while his father was the key to his unlocking in the diamond world
he was not his instructor, and the manas sent forth a lion god
who taught him the empty way of the masters.
this, given out of pure and selfless love, carried him through all obstacles safely
the boy, conceived of mana, maintained a scar
an imperfection, an anchor in the diamond world
whose presence was not always mourned, but carried
it was this imperfection that gave him life, and for that he was loved
on his path, the boy met many people and many things
that would distract him from his ascent back to the sky
in some he partook, in some he did not.
but ultimately, all things were released for the pure return
above all things, the boy sought his shadow
the darkness, the other half of his one'ness
who would smooth his jagged edge, and help him carry back to sky
it was this return to one'ness that would admit him to eternity
to him, a faerie spirit was summoned from the elder forests
her aura filled him, and...