[Poem] Tra

With three legs cut off from your charge

Come hither now on your barge

The world waits with bated breath

Though many see you as a threat

When the fourth leg of Dharma is cut

And Shamballa’s dharna is done

Go to the banner of the son

To the car of the bull and the sun

An army of spirits you’ll lead

As you raise your standard

Of the crow and the elephant

Time will cease to flow

Until the legs again grow.

These events are inevitable

 

Demagogues and tyrants

Ruination of civilizations

Plumbum poisoning of man’s intelligence

Leading to violent tendencies and stupidity

In turn, the birth of a redeeming hero archetype

Cyrus, Horus, Melchizidek, take your pick.

Easy to see, mathematical pattern, predictable!

A little like Asimov’s psychohistory.
Destruction/creation: constants

Planets moving around stars

And stars around galactic centres

Galaxies moving somewhere too

Resonance with the macro and micro

With the quantum and the grand celestial

Fractal truths, seen in the stars and distilled into each blade of grass

Natural rhythms of the universe

As solar systems and galaxies dance

Constant movement, that cannot be properly seen

Because of relative velocity

A cycle that will cease

only with the complete destruction

Of the everything, when the cosmic waters cease to be.

0,1 and 3!

 

And so dear Saturn, you will dance the same dance

And sing the same songs, like a traveling troupe

As our Milky Way production moves to a different theater

Garnering different receptions for the same play.

And we will all play our roles, paraphrasing our hearts out

To a script that we can’t remember but still perform flawlessly.