Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...
Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...
Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...
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A mountain's in the middle, with a house on the peak:<br />
'A gnashin' and a thrashin ' and a clackin ' <strong>of</strong> beak.<br />
Your soul you will be lackin '<br />
When you see that mighty kraken.<br />
Oo-oo! Great Cthulhu's starting to speak.<br />
So come on aboard,<br />
Along the road to Great Cthulhu.<br />
Wen-di'-gos and Dhols<br />
Will make Big Macs <strong>of</strong> our souls.<br />
Under the sea, ~<br />
Down in the ancient city <strong>of</strong> Rilyeh,<br />
In the lair <strong>of</strong> Great Cthulhu,<br />
<strong>The</strong>y'l1 suck your soul away!<br />
(Great Cthulhu, Great Cthulu, Suck your soul! Great Cthulhu,<br />
Great Cthulhu)<br />
In the lair <strong>of</strong> Great Cthulhu, <strong>The</strong>y'll suck your soul away.<br />
(Here, there is an obligatory saxophone solo, a la Tex Beneke)<br />
Huntress by Paladin<br />
A huntress is She.<br />
In virginal white She fares the pale <strong>of</strong> night<br />
With carnivore intent: All innocent<br />
<strong>Of</strong> praise or blame or any virtue bearing mortal name or<br />
measurable dimension....<br />
A moonlit mist-wrapp't rose is She, or so appears to be, Who<br />
Flowering, reveals some wild and iridescent thing<br />
that waits in coiled repose and quite conceals:<br />
Intention.<br />
-–She'd seem to yield––a White Queen's gambit leading surely to<br />
checkmate.<br />
––And lo! springs forth some fool or hero glad to seize upon such<br />
bait<br />
He's lost! His heart<br />
'twill cost him, for:<br />
She feasts upon such things<br />
And mayhap, "Pass the Salt" She sweetly sings to one <strong>of</strong> Her<br />
exalted company the whiles She dabs Her dainty lips with<br />
samite spun <strong>of</strong> spider-silk<br />
She's <strong>of</strong> that ilk at very least that things the world a toy or shake<br />
they sky<br />
But it's Her special Joy, to<br />
Take whatever beast may catch Her Eye:<br />
Her taut bow bent like crescent moon,<br />
Swift arrows, then the boon, She grants, with glee A huntress is<br />
She.<br />
By Deborah Frankel Bender<br />
Winter<br />
<strong>The</strong>n you come before the old woman. Who is the true head <strong>of</strong><br />
your coven. Blindfold, hands bound, naked, (It is lawful for<br />
me to tell you this, since You know it already) And she says<br />
to you "Please me."<br />
Women have a better chance <strong>of</strong> getting through it.<br />
We've had more practice<br />
Coping with unreasonable demands,<br />
Our resources always inadequate.<br />
Men get bad habits<br />
Dealing from strength:<br />
<strong>The</strong>y tend to stick at the first step<br />
("Define the problem")<br />
Few come out <strong>of</strong> that room with their own bodies on them.<br />
You come before the old woman Who is the true head <strong>of</strong> your<br />
coven. Blindfold, hands bound, naked. She is waiting for<br />
you. Small talk, charm, and habits will not help you with<br />
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her. She has seen it all. She knows more than you do. She is<br />
easily bored.<br />
You must come before the old woman<br />
Stripped naked,<br />
And she says to you,<br />
"You're back. What did you bring me?"<br />
What will you <strong>of</strong>fer her? Clean hands? A pure heart? Hers are not.<br />
She is not. She is an old woman. She has seen everything<br />
done everything, endured everything. She is responsible for<br />
everything.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n your least fear is knowledge <strong>Of</strong> the whip by her hand.<br />
Witch, what was your training? Embrace everything. Use<br />
everything. Cherish everything. Fear nothing.<br />
So you come before the old woman and dance before her Made to<br />
improvise. Hobbled by the rope. Tough to keep your<br />
balance. Naturally she laughs. At you wobbling and<br />
whistling. She laughs, reminded <strong>of</strong> the juggler she loved<br />
once. She sends you out again.<br />
Goddess Gift –Joyce L. Baker<br />
<strong>The</strong> bodies entwined appear as one,<br />
For this, indeed they are,<br />
<strong>The</strong> song <strong>of</strong> love escapes their lips,<br />
Is carried near and far<br />
On the wings <strong>of</strong> ecstasy,<br />
<strong>The</strong>y rise and they do soar,<br />
This feeling it wit never end<br />
For love will e'er endure.<br />
Two bodies–God and Goddess are United perfectly.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir joy exposed, so openly,<br />
For all the world to see.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir feelings are eternal<br />
<strong>The</strong> same they'll always be,<br />
From dawn <strong>of</strong> time to man's demise<br />
United–Perfectly.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fire <strong>of</strong> Life flows through their veins<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir voices rise and fall,<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir ecstasy–adrift <strong>of</strong> Love<br />
From she who created all.<br />
-Jeffrey Andrew Young<br />
Winter’s Ending<br />
Come the goat-man, man <strong>of</strong> Springtime,<br />
Savior <strong>of</strong> the Winter's ending.<br />
Come from mountains, come and enter<br />
This, the sad, stiff human figure,<br />
For his mind is numbed with Winter,<br />
Lain neglected since rememb'ring,<br />
And his hands are stiffened branches,<br />
Frozen bones that have no feeling.<br />
Strike the fire deep within him,<br />
Fire to melt this icy thinking.<br />
Passion sings within him somewhere,<br />
Laughter lies awake, awaiting<br />
Some necessity inside him:<br />
To awaken him from slumber.<br />
Now the dead man's mind grows restless,<br />
Fingers yearn for warmer flesh,<br />
Rememb'ring souls that once had touched him,<br />
Breathing bodies he was near to.<br />
Goat-man draw him ever onward<br />
Through the slush <strong>of</strong> dying Winter<br />
Where his memories await him<br />
In Spring's gentle restlessness.