Buddha Day (Vajrayana Style)

limra

wet lightning outside
we smoke ness on the couch
in solemn prayer
using paper, the Ant makes a big sound
the time for laughter has come;
HA! my heart doesn't run dry

Donal Og O Baelach

limra wrote: »

wet lightning outside
we smoke ness on the couch
in solemn prayer
using paper, the Ant makes a big sound
the time for laughter has come;
HA! my heart doesn't run dry

Your cup ran over
when the Ant's thunder blew
your senses to giddy joy
smithereeeens.
Keep laughing,
because you make me smile.

limra

ha.





every moment is new Boganun



drop acid not bombs, eat shrooms dont make tombs,
shrooms will always live again, where the boundary between life and death is oh so thin
at a certain time a soul must break away
will we come back to return to the fray?
maybe we say, maybe one day
when everyone else has broken away
and we can live within the fairy way
until then, we soar, we soar and pray
in places deep within, to Goddess/God
we meditate, and have our sog,
we burn bright like stars and know that everything tries so hard
to be so right, and in the end to our delight
a fruit does come to everyone, with every rising of the sun
this is the rainbow of the One, the miracle of divine rum
which is found on every thumb, so don't be glum
you can always come, its just that you'll find if you run
the way of life is yet undone
but by our dreams it comes summoned
from within that quiet rhythm
in our hearts the seed is, hum hum hum
and that dear friends is Wantism