Tuesday Lobsang Rampa made
tea so his Third Eye could open
to see dreams fortifying in aspiring hearts
as they reach for the next beat in their comings and goings
Socrates played the lyre by
banging on the strings while
humming and hawing about the trouble of
always stressing and straining against the chains
though he loved Phaedrus in the Symposium
it was Xanthippe that made him a muse
Hermann Hesse spoke in tongues
while translating the synapses of a goatherd
who arranged new ideas like glass beads
which almost always came undone
except when Siddartha played the lute
in exchange for his crooked staff
Nietzsche saw the cunning linguist
would never solve the puzzle of the dead body
which Zarathustra carried to his bed like a wolf
where he lay dying of syphilis wrapped
in the wool of many sleeping sheep
Sibelius finally gave in to the seduction of despair
when for many restless nights he looked up at the
stars in the same Elysian fields where
the goatherd lay asleep
smiling
pictures at an exhibition or books on a shelf
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the crook on the end of a staff is emblematic you see -- it sort of echoes the shape of the spine which goes up to the head where this curious crook is -- apparently this has to do with the subtle energy flow through the knots or chackras from the base of the spinal tail to the back of the head -- everyone has a crook'd staff and some are more crooked than others --
Xanthippe was not only the devoted wife of Socrates but also availed herself as his most deriding critic thus riding him toward his muse -- Hesse and Nietzsche both saw the individuation process as the process of mind and were given to bending and forming the word into their own image of what they were becoming -- the 'cunnilingus' of Nietzsche is emblematic of the Prostitutes ( sleeping sheep ) he most likely contracted syphilis from which helped him form Zarathustra = Sisyphus as his Anti-Übermensch -- Hesse really turned me toward the Golden Thread of History which helped me to acquire a Loom for myself -- Sibelius as others looked deep into the well and fell in -- yes I am the goatherd and I sleep like a baby or a dirty Saint --
yes in my own mindfullness I saw that Xanthippe probably had misgivings about her older genius of a husband glad handing his young learners and thusly pushed and provoked him -- the critic has a way of provoking the muse in the man you see -- Phaedrus speaks of Love in the Symposium which is defined viscerally by Socrates as a strength, such like " when irrational desire pursuing the enjoyment of beauty, masters judgment which prompts to right conduct and has acquired through other desires akin to it, fresh strength to strain toward bodily beauty; that very strength provides it with its name - it is the strong passion called Love' -- so I memorized that tidbit on Love when I was 11 or 12 and that became my quest, i.e., Love -- I found after all that the model of beauty and Love that Plato alluded to was somehow wanting -- after dumpster diving through the verities of Western forms and rituals I came upon Hesse and Jungs queries into the Eastern zones of silence such that I read the Bhagavadgita and other such stories -- the definition of Solipsistic Love in Western ideology became the Pantheistic doubt free version when Krishna spoke to Arjuna on the battlefield of life saying, amongst others things, " in the many ways that men Love me, in the same ways they can find my Love; for the paths of men are many but in the end they all come to me " -- inwords out without a doubt at which point I became an avowed Solipsistic Pantheist or Poet who has his center everywhere and her circumference nowhere --
I was aware of Socrates misgivings about the irrationality of Poetry -- that is the deal when you put the cart before the horse -- you see in the Left/Right Brain paradigmension the linear, step by step, time based, tunnel vision of the Left brain is the root of all reason and without the la la laughing Right brained wonder and awe is given to fits of control paranoia like you see in the Western based cultures with their over zealous Police state infrastructure coupled with their over weight Judiciary -- the 'cart before the horse' because when we are DNA dancing in the womb the Heart is made first than the Brain which is a Natural indicator to how we ought to make all of our decisions in this Great marvellous unbounded universe, i.e., with our Hearts first than our Heads -- every decision must be preceded by Joy otherwise it becomes a farcical darWINian legal issue -- fear makes very linear decision trees while wonder sees the Forest and the Mountains and the Sky and it takes the breath away followed by a sigh --
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