DRINK MY ASHES
We drink the ashes of our dead,
The tincture of Rememberance,
With the DeaD devoured...
The TIME for our assimilation is now !
Our Ancestors will always dwell with us in our bellies !
As did the ancestors of their ancestors since time immemorial.
The restoration of Symetry is made manifest through their passage to the spirit plane.
Selfless altruism,
sacrifice for the greater good of their kin and tribe.
the consumption of all their WisdoM and the knowledge of all the ancients predecessors who came before them back through the dim light of past incarnations of Elders and spans of time beyond even the oral tradition of their own histories..
All these memories to come back full circle to up to the present generation.
This ancestoral worship is the height of human veneration and respect for the DeaD.
They and I become one,
One being in Life,
One Being in Death,
But they and I realize this is not a tragic end but a beneficent beginning and renewal for the good of the Tribe as a whole.
It is the great nexus of Mysteries,
Like Ourobrous,
The grand serpent which forever endevours to swallow his own tail.
The Cirle of Life, Regeneration, and secret alchemical key to Immortality.
All events of those things whether live or dead are cyclical without any true End.
Only the period of continual flux in constant transformation...
The Infinite embracing the finite,
And Life absorbing death...
All this too is necessary parodox to perpetuate the transformation of renewal,
Endless cyclical non-sequitor,
Yet a mere blink in the Time Lord's procrastinatory hourglass,
Unite with the aeons !
Seek with utmost consternation to emblaze the celestial fires !
Bond US with the outer most sphere !
We shall then comprehend the unintelligable and un-namible
TRUTH !
by Michael D'arrigo
aka. -=[3L1(\)D /-\E0(\]=-
written on: Sept.3, 1997
[ Dedicated to the primative but thought provoking
Wari, Yanomami, Anasazi Tribes
of the Brazilian Rainforest ]
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