A Mystery Unto Mine Own Self
Heyoka Broken-Mirror of Seven-Shards Protection Medicine Pouch
|A Mystery Unto My Own Self |
| Manifesto to Self |
| Disappeared |
A Mystery Unto My Own Self
I am become a Mystery unto my own Self.
Id and Entity estranged,
In dimly lit ruins of memory.
I would, in Love, unite;
Knowing some sustenance, some nourishment.
Freedom from my "shoulds" and "shouldn'ts",
Freedom from the demon of division of self from Self.
Oh, Sacred Fire, rise up in me,
Consume the shells of what might have been.
Illuminate that Reality that burns behind the eyes
Of babes and sages,
The Sacred Light of Being.
Oh Wind of Spirit, pure and bright,
You know me through this darkening night.
Whispering the wisdom of Silence, beyond, between,
Cacophonous roars
Of beliefs that bind the Heart to Shores
Of Bondage that the Self abhors.
Opening my Emptiness to Embrace
That which remains beyond all neediness;
I hear echoes,
“Does not matter, Need not Be”
Manifesto to Self
I am Here to Be who I am,
Not to be what others would have me be.
In Love of Self beyond self is courage
To Walk through The Land of Shadows in The Valley of Fear,
That are the Shadow of Ecstatic Love’s release.
I say, “Hoka-Hey!”, I say “Heyoka!”
Between the Worlds of the Sacred Mirror, I BE!
I am not what you expected,
I am not what I expected.
A Mystery unto Mine Own Self.
Disappeared
I may as well be “disappeared.”
You do not see me.
Even You who feel you Love me,
Even You who feel they Hate me,
You do not see me.
I may as well be “disappeared.”
You do not see me.
