Jim Morrison-The Eternal Shaman of Enduring Patience: From the Vortex of Time, Gazing at Inconscience and Churning Matter into Superconscient Forms

The Eternal Shaman of Enduring Patience: From the Vortex of Time, Gazing at Inconscience and Churning Matter into Superconscient Forms      

“Between childhood, boyhood, adoloscence

& manhood (maturity) there

should be sharp lines drawn w/

Tests, deaths, feats, rites

stories, songs, & judgements

– Jim Morrison/Wilderness Vol. 1                      

Jim Morrison The Eternal Shaman of Enduring Patience

Jim Morrison The Eternal Shaman of Enduring Patience

 

Absorb all that there is

From voices in the whirlwind

To painful death on the sea

Washed away by the incredible cycles of destiny

She knows where to go which way the light shines

You cannot hold captive the wild horses of eternity

They must be released

By the power of your song

The gong

Mountains crumble to dust

The sky wrecks

Where’s the shelter you seek?

Raindrops in a flower cup

Poetry in the veins

Madness in a jar of jam

What did you gain?                                                                                    

Native American

Native American

At breakfast time,

When the sun crawls on your forehead

Wanting to speak…

Are you afraid, then, my son?

Are you afraid?

At the wee hours of the afternoon

When you hung up the phone, prepare the tea?

Are you afraid, then, my son?

What time is tomorrow, what time is today?

Is this a motion or stillness

That keeps the reptile at bay?

What binds us to this delirium?

Again I say,

She knows where to go which way the light shines           

North East India Tribe at the Hornbill Festival 1st week of December

North East India Warrior Tribe at the Hornbill Festival 1st week of December

You cannot hold captive the wild horses of eternity

They must be released

By the power of your song

The gong

Strange connections

Weaving a pattern

You cannot know but feel

The rhythm of your heart

Time’s immobility is the sacrificial limb of a great yajna

Let the hour rule the minute and the minute the second

Every passing is the coming

And the coming the waiting…

There it stops…

I cannot repeat anymore…

Love is the soul-substance of making your dream come true…

– J

 

Every year in the 1st week of Dec, the Hornbill Festival starts at the Kisama village near Kohima, Nagaland. The naga warrior tribes come together to commemorate their great cultural heritage- it’s time to come together and celebrate the occasion in unity with nature. To find more information about Hornbill Festival (Dec 1-Dec 10) visit

http://www.hornbillfestival.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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