Who Am I? (The Temple of Solomon The King)

from by Peter Moore (Pen Dragon)

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Who Am I?
(The Temple of Solomon The King)

Who am I?
I cannot say.
You see my seasons, they change from day-to-day.
Poet? Priest? Assassin? Thief?
My magick 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?
It’s just the daydream of an angel.
It’s the shadow of a rainbow
It’s the twinkling in the inkling
Of the blink of an All-Seeing Eye.

So tear down your lying I-dolls
And set your spirit 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.

Sure, Noah and his folks were the neighbourhood joke
’Til the rains started falling and the levees broke
And too late the profane saw the error of their ways
At the end of their tethers in the ancient of days.

So don’t get manic and panicked
When Terra turns titanic -
Just don’t stand and stare at the wave as it breaks:
But Do What Thou Wilt!
Whatever it takes!

Follow Lord Fortune wherever he leads
And petition your Daemon to tend to your needs.
Go crazy, go wild, get wasted - get wise!
Wake up from your nightmares and stop believing their lies!

Get active, get radical, get real - and get magickal!
Aspire to the highest and embrace all the lows
Give in to Desire: let the Lust for Life grow!

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
Was a necessary evil - but a bitter pill.
But the fruit of the Tree of Eternal Life?
That's the salve to alleviate man’s mortal strife.
See, the kiss of the cobra both kills and cures
And the only defence is a heart that’s pure;
It’s a drug to unhinge The Temple’s door
And the key to The Kingdom
Where Love is the Law.

It’s said ‘the word of sin is restriction’ -
So give in to your sacred addictions!
Get drunk on the wine of the Light Divine
So bright that it bites and it burns your mind blind
To all but to Love, and the Grace of Creation
Divorced from mistaken identification
As you witness each breath with dispassionate wonder
At once here-and-now in the blissful blue yonder.

Let Reason and Passion be your left and your right
No more divided than day is from night.
Then unite, by your Arte, your head and your heart
For emptiness ends where 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 pretences:
Pick up your bed, and tear down your defences!

Then retrace the course
Of the spring to it’s source
In the time before mind
Where God AlOne knows:
In the Garden of Eden
Where the Tree of Life grows.


from Rimes of Passion, released November 28, 2015



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