Lion & Serpent - Sekhet-Maat Lodge

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Causality and teleology:
no contradiction.
The Hanged Man’s Slack, the axis
of Saturn’s so grim night:
the ecstasy of contemplation.
El Ermitaño
Hard rock rules, the philosopher stoned
with Zeppelin on the tube –
The Song Remains The Same:
‘Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true.’
Me riffing thru a pack of cards –
Salvador Dali tarot –
(Maddest star-gypsy among Earthmaster folk,
flaming graildrunk sucker of timefunk,
loco alumbrado, Dali, maestro mio)
and at the very moment The Hermit is flipped,
Page’s electric fantasia climaxes
with the gray, wizened visage
of the Hermit on the mountainside,
wielding cloak, staff, and lantern:
that tube-glowing archetypal image
‘ah dejame recordarte como era entonces, cuando aun no
existias.’
I cross-eyed hypervision blurring
‘eres mas que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto como un
racimo entre mis manos cada dia.’
Thou rock n’ roll istari ascending higher
‘Ai! laurie lantar lassi surinen,
Yeni unotime ve rdmar aldaron!
Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier
Mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreva
Andune pella’
This white light humming cage of flesh
woven from threads of fear and desire,
this soul carpet nephesh
‘El cielo es una red cuajada de peces sombrios’
Infinite fabric of gliering synchromesh.
-Frater Dorje