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
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?
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
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/