This then is the beginning. This then, Inanna and the Buddha of all time and space. Oh, and lest we forget, the Devil, a saddened and wizened satyr who is held at bay with the red hair of Mary Magdelen.
Yes, well Inanna, her name spell'd in cuneform "in-anna" Anima is animation. In animation. In-Anima a perfect phrasing of the clear female voice, beautiful and terrible.
May there be love among all of us, Inanna and Deborah and me. May the bright and terrible goddess who can wipe me onto the shores of blinding white sands and blue sky of infinite loneliness, may she have pity on me and leave me grace to love my gentle Deborah.
Deborah who rejects the role of being the gentle wife, nevertheless, while wild and free like some chill wind of psyche, has done me no harm. It is a religious question: do we choose to do this? Well, like if we simply lived in the void of convenience would we dream of any more impossible delectation.
The mandala is an image of beginning: some doorway is opened in the solar eclipse: an examination at the womb entrance: before we step in....
To a field of Buddha sunflowers
To a ghetto or a slum
To a dance with a beautiful woman
To the paths of poetry or power
The fox stands for the wizard merlin, a balance to the satyr on the right: the noble and innocent animal crossing the path of the present moment: the fox is wild and therefore innocence crowns and graces his posture, no matter what he has not yet been tamed by a man. The other side of the fox is his shape-shifting, his ability to blend in.
Brief acknowledgments should go to the tarot card of the priestess, she who says "all magic is woman," after all it is all she can say, dedicated to her art: and yet she too is yet another moment who steps into the universal dance.
Finally there is Saturn who strikes twelve, he falls to the right: Saturn bears the wheels within wheels, the metal technology of clockwork, but alas --- IN TIME --- all metal springs wear out, metal being finite.
Above this is the infinite spiritual wave beyond the wheel, Mount Fuji is always in the distance, this is highest spiritual knowledge conveyed in visual art: and the wheels of saturn melt before the churn of waves, corrode and become full of the water, the corrosive salt oxidizes the metal, freezing the gears, time itself is out of joint, beyond the centuries of Christendom.
Trust in the great wave! Believe in the great sound! No statement could be more affirmative of this manifestation of existence, as completely heartbreaking and confusing as it is.
...then there is my cat, and while some poets claim that cats are immoral, we had no problem loving each other. I loved my cat, and he loved me and now he is fully consumed in a blinding bright light.
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