The Serpent Song
The Serpent Song
The Serpent Song
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David Borg
Content
The Serpent Flute
Ripples of Creation
Sparks of Creation
Dyad of Eternity
Sacred Marriage
Secret Fire
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Ripples of Creation
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Chrysanthemum of speech!
Sap running through the veins of space
and blood of the spirit inebriation
A song of birds ethereal
Microcosmic expression
of the macrocosmic song!
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Woodsmith of the World
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In the dark of the Earth
myriads of stars full of mirth
In company of jewels as fruits mellow
the midnight sun brooding below
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Sparks of Creation
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Restless pursuit of the sound of a flute
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Journey of the Soul
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I pondered and sought a jewel lost
I searched for the sun during the night
I longed for the moon at time of day
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Dyad of Eternity
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Philosophy without song is blind
poetry the sister a brother needs
The sun together with moon as mind
a body equally important it heeds
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Sacred Marriage
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Nostalgia for the greatness past
man with his energy pursues vast
Mania of grandeur he has
be humble to not stumble, alas
Synthesis miraculous
unity in diversity fabulous
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Descent Into the Abyss
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Worse than murder of others
is murder of self
The prior can not be
without the latter
Sorrow and anger
mixed together
Confusion of opposites
mixed without union
Separation of unity
demonization of self without mercy
A violent sea
with quiet waves
Avoids eye contact
with your own soul
The Gorgon it harbors
fearing being petrified
A quiet mouth
binding the tongue
Flies blocking the gates
from eagles arrival
Acedia worse
A silent killer
Don’t kill
the spirit
Humble body
Peace of soul
Contentment of spirit
Flood gates opened
rivers of Paradise flowing
Watering the Tree of Immortality
by which you will find shade
Charybdis becomes still
The basilisk struck with trident
Depression at last
becomes the gift of prophecy.
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Ascension into Brilliant Darkness
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Mastery is slow
lordship is pain
Learning to shot the golden bow
better aim as not to be in vain
Anxiety in front
depression behind
Wash your face in the font
shadows of good don’t remind
A minute in a lifetime
a year as a day
Many drops to make wine
a heart fills the horn all the way