Charging My Sigil

Draw a three by three grid,
So each line sums fifteen,
A magic square to the tune of Saturn,
Links you to the unseen,

The numbers derived from Hebrew letters,
Cabalistic for sure,
Now determine your sigil from a word,
Perseverance transformed into numbers,

Mine are seven, one, four, nine, five, and three,
I draw them on the grid,
Then on my arm, from my love's twin tatto,
With marker, I trace it.

Last, I charge it,
By writing down this Wath,
After twenty minutes meditation,
The spell is cast, now I can sit and watch.

Contentment

What should I be doing,
If not what gives me joy,
When I've trained myself to embrace with love,
Ev'rything I employ?

From lying here in this hammock writing,
Unload the dishwasher,
Help others with project management woes,
To living precar'ously and unsure,

Is this not what's taught to monks and the poor?
Be happy what you've got,
If all lived such, many would die hungry,
But sad, they would be not.

So, I'll count three,
Then we will all agree,
This world is perfect in every way,
And all are as happy as they can be.

A.I. - The Final Frontier?

There's a big difference,
Utilizing A.I.,
To run with an idea on its own,
And going for the ride,

If the former, you have built a black box,
Like a world of its own,
Made by itself, for itself, with no way,
Of understanding how the world was grown,

The latter give the opportunity,
Of seeing things be made,
In ways that you might never have thought of,
Absent of A.I.'s aid,

That's the real key,
There is nothing to fear,
Boldly go where no one has gone before,
Stretch your mind and seek the final frontier.

The Ghosts of Aid

I'm feeling much better,
It must have been the ghosts,
They visited me in my dreams last night,
Like they were coming home,

They may have lived a hundred years ago,
Perhaps some died here, too,
They stared at me when I told them to leave,
Old man, mid-aged woman, kid, and a few,

My partner said it right when I told her,
She's heard the boy before,
Ghosts come to you in dreams to help, she said.
Why not believe that lore?

Sounds good to me,
So I had a good day,
Did what I could, not what I'd rather not,
If they visit tonight, that's what I'll say.

Work Not Working

What if there was no work,
No, not unemployment,
But no concept of doing things for cash,
No wait for retirement,

Yeah, first world musings, I will give you that,
The system we live in,
Makes us forget it needn't be this way,
How come we're born into this condition?

I guess one could disconnect from it all,
There are people who do,
They find a patch no country cares to own,
They live like me and you,

I mean they breathe,
There's not much more to it,
Who works more to stay alive, homesteaders,
Or company men slaves to benefits.

Oh Little Birdie I Spy From My Hammock

Oh, you bird a'singin',
What is that you're saying?
A plane flew o'er and I couldn't hear you,
Or the neighbours praying.

I am just sitting here in my hammock,
It's my favorite place,
I can work, I can play, I can sleep, too,
While you sing to me with truth, life, and grace.

I see you 'mongst the leaves of my shade tree,
Oh! I just had a thought,
Would I could be as connected as you,
To whoever is god,

Maybe I am,
This is all there's to know,
Why grasp for something that's prob'ly not there?
My phone is buzzing and I have to go.

The Thing About Time

What is the deal with time?
I know it never stops,
Sometimes it's right and sometimes it is wrong,
If you wait long enough,

You will never know how much you have left,
For anything at all,
Unless you concentrate and slow it down,
Until its speed's infinitesimal,

All this while making sure that you are fed,
Without life there's no time,
Some people live more in a couple years,
Than some a whole lifetime,

Then there's the fear,
The future will be bad.
What's it cost you to think the opposite,
While pursuing what you wish that you had?

The Future Is Bright

I just got the Tower,
The second in two days,
Some would say that I have bad luck coming,
But you know what I say?

One human's trash is another's treasure,
Silver linings are real,
You cannot have the highs without the lows,
You play the cards that you get in the deal.

I suppose you could say Tarot's a bunk,
I'd never take that risk,
You have to assume that there's a meaning,
The opposite if it,

If it is bad,
If it's good, then all's good,
Even if you wake up to a world wrong,
Good cards mean all's unfolding as it should.

As I Wait

As I sit here waiting,
Sun beating on my face,
Looking down at my car, hoping to leave,
But that won't be the case,

My fate is entwined with when others wake,
Is this just wasted time?
I feel my cells pulled down by gravity,
My grave get's closer despite how I climb,

So why don't I just get my coat and leave?
A little thing called love,
That without which it is not worth living,
It's what we're all made of,

So here I sit,
Slowly wasting away,
An existence that may's well not exist,
Maybe an hour before anyone wakes.

The Holy Mountain

Despite all the bloodshed,
The Christian imagery,
Fantastical depictions of business,
Rape, shit, and alchemy,

There's an internal logic to be found,
That mirrors real'ty,
Until you realize that though they're absurd,
Any of those scenarios could be,

These intersubjective human structures,
Do not follow physics,
It's a trick of the mind that we believe,
These official antics,

Open your eyes,
Observe the camera,
Don't accept what's accepted for itself,
The Holy Mountain is a chimera.