Monday, December 30, 2013


An artist goes on a long path to nowhere
stubbing his toe along the way
strong wind musters up as much evil as a cross could bear
but light can be seen afar

Towers crash and people burn
She eats her fill to start a new millennium
There are tired souls immersed in empty formlessness
but cold water shocks them

After chaos makes its mark
the artist leaves Babylon
enters a world of white mastery
Golden Buddha and Ganesha there to remove obstacles

From this the synthesis is born
Good and Evil as two poles in cosmic equilibrium
we must fight to get peace
the artist just laughs