Tuatha de Danaan
|Posted on March 15, 2015 at 4:00 AM|
God, with one eye opened, envisioned it all from the get-go...
with a spark of a blink, probably proton,
geometrical, white light.
The Sun, burning sphere of vital light,
the Moon, rocking the dark tide,
planets, all, and stars alike,
casting die, fate,
drawings on the wall of a cave.
The nut never falls far from the tree
should rather be the fruit,
for where the father
may be Johnny Appleseed,
Orion, analyzing the situation,
running with the changing game,
cheating to win,
too quick to know which end is up,
from the mother we feed,
blood stained tears from the Moon,
memories, ghosts from the cave,
what to gather, and where,
herbs, poison, cures,
salt left at the mouth of the tidal cave.
She was Lilith, or a saint,
witches and whores,
sin and passion.
Pluto was so far removed
that he sold The Way to love for silver,
who was not forsaken
to the organized mob of cruel nature:
Science, Philosophy, politics, economics, religion in general,
name it... but, rather, returned to the one constant comforting chaos of
light, alive and well, riding the wave of eternity.