Ritual Poly-chrome cylinder. Circa 50-800 AD.
Red Rhythmic Dragon
I descend at the Height
of Day
Mind awake –
Spirit’s eye wide open
I find dead my
Maidenhead
The Land of Love
strewn with Bones
Dry white Skeletons
sitting on Stones –
Life decayed and
care delayed
Turn Landscapes deathly
gray
Wind blows through Bones –
Sounding moans both
high and low
Torn Remnants of
Delusion
For Years and
Generations
No Family here –
Bones
only
Shame eats the Flesh
of Love
A gaping Maw of
guilty Acts
Consumes the Meat
that might sustain us –
Furies - Harpies
dive
To take the Smile
from smiling Lips –
A Hand too
frightened to caress
Hits hard and hits
again
Hearts break open –
Red rage roars
Hear the Breeze
Blowing on Bones –
Too little
Tenderness too late
Can neither stop the
Wind
Nor alter Fate.
©Kleomichele Leeds
IMIX
Kin 201: Red Rhythmic Dragon
I organize in order to nurture
Balancing being
I seal the input of firth
With the rhythmic tone of equality
I am guided by my own power doubled..
Correct understanding of death, in its cosmic dimension, dispels ignorance and fear at its root level.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2015-2016.
The Sacred Tzolk'in
Svadhistana Chakra (Kali Plasma)
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