the moon the mind the waxing and waning of the mind stranger to itself getting the light of the sun
on Lord Siva head
the mind is the water the moon is the water the reflection the liquidity the yielding the mind
knowing the mind is as hard as letting the self be exposed to the sun
the sun will burn you and the water will evaporate and the remain ashes is your essence
\Siva lord of destruction in the realm of supersenses
transcending the unreal entering reality as an initiate
what is left is the water of the pond below the waist
what is left if you want to be the master of the mind is the reality of burned passion instead of a burning one
then the moon is your own it belongs to you
the lover brings the moon to the feet of the beloved
the mind is the slave knowing not this posing as the master
then i need my drugs my wine my pills my herbs my medicine
cause as i let the moon play with me iam played off
the path of the demons is on after the summer solstice
they are called demons because they are angry
they are called gods because they are indulging and they are called humans because they are greedy
how lovely indeed
they might start a war the might not
like me and my neighbours like you and your doctors like her and her school teachers
oh well its the full moon
the mind is plenty
the mind is super proud just before the fall…
Thank Gaia 