Source | North Wales, April 1998; under the influence of Yeats and Graves, which explains the Red-Eared Hound - Vairocana, the White Buddha, is at the centre of the Mandala of the Five Buddhas (I imagine him at the top of an ice mountain, since a mandala's centre is also the highest point). Dangerous to reach for the sky without putting down roots as well; do both, and you will have the big perspective, you can inhabit the body of truth. If you want to know more about Vairocana, read Hymn to Vairocana. |
Unbinding | North Wales, November 1994; I can't explain this, but it's very important; and one of the strongest, best words in the English language is 'unbinding'... oh, and I was lying on my back when I wrote it. |
Calliope | North Norfolk, January 1998; when the muse descends, it may not take the form of a lovely Greek maid - you must be prepared to be overwhelmed by who knows what? If you want creativity, you must be prepared to lose control, perhaps to encounter chaos... |
Shuttle, Loom | North Wales, November 1994; when you start to live more creatively, you may release a great deal of repressed mental energy, and you can't hold onto its lead, sometimes - but don't let pseudo-egalitarian laziness prevent your wisest voice from taking the lead, as it were; the pattern may not be immediately obvious, but if you are being creative, a pattern is forming. |
The Gates of Horn | South Wales, June 1999; in the face of unicorns, not all virgins are female - if the unicorn is Reality, we are all virgins until we allow our hearts to be pierced. This is about Wedding Night Nerves when courting the Truth - all dressed in white. |
Begins | Northwest London, April 2000; after reading Bruno Bettelheim's The Uses of Enchantment, I realised it was time to leave home. Strange - you leave alone, but there is also no such thing as 'alone' (With grasshoppers about my feet, may I walk...). |
Life Diving | Padmaloka, June 1995?; yes, I had been reading GM Hopkins, but visions aren't to be seen only when looking upwards, I think - much of our hearts beat below the Plimsoll Line... |
Outwith | North Wales, November 1994; songs vs. words here represent harmonious, outwardly spiralling dancings of the heart and mind vs. the self-perpetuating intellect's nervous foot-tapping. If you've forgotten where you left the key, what distinguishes your castle from a prison? (Note: in Scotland, they say 'outwith' where the English would say 'without', in the sense both of outside and not with, I believe.) |
Life Rising | Padmaloka, Summer 1996?; I don't remember writing this, but it's in my handwriting, and I like it a great deal, so - life rises up within you, if you let it, if you listen to the call, and answer it you must, or else. |
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