The Last Wanderer


The Last Wanderer

Not far enough, my mystic soul has strained
Not real enough, my heart aflame
The trance of truth must be undone
All philosophy discarded again

For the lone beautiful Tao
That knows not a higher life
But only how to be
There is no sheer God

Outside of this enlightened brain
Only a cosmic energy
A veiled beauty everywhere
The music’s grip of gold

The muse’s shade of divinity
I know it well, I used to love it timelessly
O’ truth-soul, I’ve seen the wonder
Not of the world but of other worlds

And I long for them, as you long for memory
I have no memory but the spirit’s stuff
The dawn for me is the splendid cup
God is not asleep, he is dead

So let me learn the stars again
Upon new terms discover old truths
And be as a supramental thing
Prayer after pray, step after step
Breath to the light, of all body and mind.

In Time of War


I went wordless, to the will of ends
From you, never to disclose again my pain
It’s effortless to be strong, now
Spring has parceled sunburnt
My future self, effortless
I will go now, never to think
On you again, Good-bye
Word bouncing down my own street
These are inside of me, Times of war
And I am firm and I will pillage
The world, there is little doubt
I’ve dried my stream, and painted silver
Against the opaque skies, not for you
But for me, it seemed no time for love
When in the hands of angry fate.

Fully Awake and Dangerous


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Wake me up from the depths/
Of slumber, bright-eyed from
A dangerous Dream, it wasn’t real?

I want to be fully awake baby/
To ascend with holy certainty
And chase after timeless optimism

In waking, eating, working, dreaming/
Wake me up from my depths
Of slumber, let me escape

The necessity of being limited/
A dangerous Dream, was it real?
I want to be fully awake dear

Tread my memories roughly/
I have been poor, so poor
Without knowing you, I have

Become rich, so rich, with but/
A drop of you, wake me up
Gently, sweetly, shake me
I don’t know how much longer
I can take it, stand it, kick it.