Who am i

Who am I - I cannot say
You see my seasons,
they change from day to day
Poet, priest, assassin, thief
My magic suspends my disbelief.
Who am I -- I'm just a pack of lies
I'm a tower of cards,
I'm the yarn of a bard
I'm the jest of a fool,

a glittering jewel
I'm just a candy coated castle in the sky...
But this little self is just a day dream of an angel
It's the shadow of a rainbow
It's the twinkling and the inkling of a blink
Of an all seeing Eye....
Tear down your lying idols
And let your truth spring free...
Stop searching and find,
stop listening and hear,
stop looking and simply see...
Do what thou wilt!
And no other thing!
Wander alone in the crowd and sing...
And fear not the taunts of the man and his masses
cause when disaster comes knocking
it's us fools who'll be laughing.
Now Noah and his folks were the neighborhood joke,
'Till the rain started falling and the levees broke...
But too late,
the profane saw the error of their ways,
At the end of their tethers at the ancient of days.
So don't get maniac and panic, when terra turns titanic....
Just don't stand and stare the wave as it breaks.
Do what thou wilt!
Whatever it takes!
Follow lord fortune wherever he leads
And petition your demon to tend to your needs,
Go crazy, go wild, get wasted, get wise!
Wake up from your nightmares, stop believing their lies.
Get active, get radical, get real and get magical...
Aspire to the heights and embrace all your lows,
Give in to desire...
let the flood of lust flow.
Let experience unjudged be your teacher supreme,
in the mystical marriage of the king and his queen,
for devotion delivered from lust of result,
destroys the delusions of the personal cult.
And the seed of the apple that the snake gave the dove?
That was Shakti and Shiva, united in love.
Now the fruit of the knowledge of good and ill pill.
Wasn't the necessary evil but a bittersweet
But the fruit of the tree of eternal life
Is the salve to alleviate a mortal strife...
See the kiss of the cobra both kills and cures
And the only defense is a heart that's pure.
It's a drug to unhinge the temples door
And the key to the kingdom where love is the law.
The word of sin is restriction
So give in to your sacred addiction,
Get drunk on the wine of the light divine,
so bright that it blinds
And burns your mind blind!
Divorced from mistaken identification..
To all but to Love and the grace of creation.
Witness each breath with dispassionate wonder,
at once here and now in the blissful blue yonder.
Only the body is the bright of the king
And nurture the spark of desire within
Let reason and passion be your left and your right,
no more divided than day is from night,
Then united by your art, your head and your heart,
For emptiness ends when eternity starts...
Let go, and let rip, take a ride, take a trip.
Get to work, get to bed, get a life.
Get a grip.
Take leave of your senses,
your cunning pretenses,
Pick up your beds and tear down your defenses...
And retrace the course of the spring to its source...
In the time before mind, where god only knows,
In the garden of Eden,
Where the tree of life grows