A Two-Bit Witch

Her reach for self-glory
A most unpleasant story
Not fun to re-tell
Here the tale of her hell
(It didn't go well)

She waits with impatience
For the magic to start
She said that it's love
But it's push with no heart
She looked in your eye
And you started to twitch
You got hooked, little fish, by a two-bit witch

She made you feel good
When she showed you the store
You felt grateful inside
You had wished you had more

When she said "have some cool"
Then you started to itch,
The goal is control
For a two-bit witch

Now that you further weaken
And sense never seekin'
Nothing's right where you're at
All your food turns to fat

You're hot on the outside,
Cold on the inside
Now you can't even cry
Do you want to know why?

      You got bit on the butt buy a progress slut
      You got scratched in the snitch by a gnostic bitch

When you gave up on wisdom
Then you started to twitch
You were scammed
Then flim-flammed
By a two-bit witch

      You got bit in the butt by a two-bit witch
      You've been scratched on the snitch by a two-bit witch
      You developed a rash, then you fell for her pitch
      The weak are a meal for a two-bit witch

She said "Free your ass and your mind will follow"*
In time you could see that her dictates were hollow
It's going to take work to escape and proceed
It ain't like this witch, in the end, can succeed

Though sad to see all this futility's hurt
Oh, most blessed day, when this witch will revert

     You searched without meaning, then developed a twitch
     You were bound and then tamed by the two-bit witch.

She gave up long ago
That hard-minded bitch
She now seeks out your lifeforce
Our two-bit witch

Thoughts Were Thoughts

I turned around
No thing to do
No poem to write:
Not one, not two

When I turned around
The left was right
It took this pickle
To end the fight

And down was up
As up is down
Because thoughts were thoughts
When I turned around

Not both, not neither
Not two, not one
I think I'll celebrate this fun
Take a breather, work is done

New-born glowing, not knowlegeable
I am the baby king of all
Enjoying that crudity which is usually hated
Moving in with the Ones to Whom I'm mated

Maybe This-All Won't Be-All So Bad

That, sort of, relationship you had
Add some drama and it makes it so sad
So you had to move out
Though you feasted on doubt
Maybe this-all won't be-all so bad

Puffing stogies under a fan
Cue Katy Lied, Steely Dan
You think you're the bad
That's what goes with a fad
Maybe this-all won't be-all so bad

You pout and you cry for no reason
To my knowledge you committed no treason
It's the leaving season
And the bed will be freezin'
But in truth this just ain't-all so bad

So you paint a sad cloud in your sky
"He'll take back what he did by and by"
When you thought you should go
He came back with a shove
But your ship went to sail
The vast ocean above

So the next time you're worried about fairity
Try to rub out that scratch in your clarity
Say g'bye to Don Juan
'Think it's time to move on
Maybe this-all won't be-all so bad

Countin' Signs

Running on the 14 Line
Gonna see the morning light real soon
The bus is cutting fog
I can see the sunlight dim the moon

Many a day
I’ve been paddling down this creek.
I'll find my way
I’ve been traveling now for weeks.
Ask me where I’m going and why,
I’ll just say, “Well, that’s up to me”
Cause when I’m traveling the roads and countin' signs
It’s the time when I feel free.

Gonna get my license back
Gonna get a rig with a nice smooth ride
Gonna take a nice long cruise
Gonna have my baby by my side

What I was, what I got and what will be
We're crusing along,
We're just another highway dream
Tell me your problems
And you’ll probably think I’m mean
Cause it’s all flowing, it’s coming and going
It was never quite what it seemed

Fall is coming fast
Ducks landing in a glistening roadside pond
Earth, water, sun and sky.
If I see much more it might be God

When I arise I rub my eyes and drink a pot of coffee,
That's the medicine for me.
Taking off with the wind in my face,
Feelin' fine as I can be.
If they want to to know where I went,
I’m out looking for Bobby McGee,
Cause when I’m traveling the roads and countin' signs
It’s the time when I feel free.

Countin' Signs lyric and song, © 2008, S. T. Triane

We're Gonna Do It Right This Time

1.
Yeah, he was a loser
You thought your love would overwhelm him
So you stayed there in confusion
And you stayed for the kids

Now the skeptics in the clover
Say, "Can you really start over?
Can you shake it with the wild ones,
Or have you lost your fizz?"

2.
The old game, it's over
The jig is on up
Sometimes it takes
More than time to heal

So send all those pills back
On that doctor deal
Mr. Spock,
You'd better drop those shields

(chorus)
A rainbow surprised my clouds today
This time it's right and I'm feeling fine
If we start from our spot,
Head up the county line,
Then we're gonna do it right this time

(whistle verse, sing chorus)

3.
Some people say
You should love 'em, then you move 'em
But they never set a groove in,
And they're never satisfied

But for me there's got to be
That there's a lady that's right for me
That one who'd show affection
This I cannot hide

(mod chorus)
An angel broke up my clouds today
This time it's right and I'm feeling fine
Yeah, I'll swing on down to the city, that's fine
Then we're gonna do it...

(chorus)
A rainbow surprised my clouds today
This time it's right and I'm feeling fine
If we start from our spot
Head up the county line
Then we're gonna do it,
We're gonna do it,
We're gonna do it
Right this time

lyric and song © 2008, Sol Ta Triane

The Three Committments

The teacher needs no apple
You can catch hold of one walking toward the sun
Make your connection with awakeness, sources and an attitude!

Sincerity is expensive
Willingly burning what should have been done long ago
Hold your commitment to awakeness, sources with the attitude!

The board has been covered with all your writings
It's hard to decipher, result's not too good
Set your root in the awakeness and the sources with an attitude!

The chalk makes that scraping sound and you feel intelligent
Inside yourself you can find the eraser
Take refuge in awakeness, sources and the attitude!

There is a serious problem, we know it's not possible
Except where everything is possible
So consider refuge in awakeness, sources with an attitude!

It's impossible to ask and not receive,
Impossible for the lineage not to appear.
Make haste toward the awakeness and the sources with the attitude.

Ecstasy So Kind

The excitement of this lady, it is almost too much,
Muscles ache, now come the tears.
It’s so damn perfect to be so high,
After the wait, after all these years.
It seems that I’ve put away my fears.

In fortune I’ve learned from the masters of masters
Now I take in the dakini’s touch.
As we embrace, O let us sigh,
And encourage the bliss that we crave so much,
Unlacing event in the nature of such.

Some, they say that we’re human, aye?
We’re more, of this I have no doubt!
How can our ecstasy be so kind?
Have you considered to ask about, why her
Scent and her lust I won’t live without?

Take what you want, I’ve got something better!
Insane, I take shoulder, her waist and her thighs.
While you reap fame, more money, convention,
An untamable fire erupts in her eyes. Take your
Things, thanks, and leave me here, with her affection.

On Why You Beat the Bushes

On Sep 29, 2006, at 10:11 AM, Anonymous wrote:
"please elucidate on meaning of the word pure in the tantic (sic) sense...."

It's a great question, so here is a tiny bit to maybe whet your interest in the subject. Maybe you will be inspired, take it more seriously and things can go further. That is my wish.

Now to the mind, whatever that is, it's for sure that it's naturally wide open. This kind of openness is uncreated and free of misunderstanding exactly what creativity is. We use words to communicate and the words "primordial purity" are the particular Mahamudra linguistics meaning the "ultimate position," of tantrayana, of zen, and it's also Buddha's, the Christ's and Tao Way's final position: This you should know or you may be hindered somewhat.

In the moment of recognizing your nature, (which would entail that you would see that mind is originally PURE and that there was a deep fall into erroneous views), THAT... IS.... recognizing primordial purity.

But we aren't there, we haven't recognized that ultimate purity, but this isn't the end of the story either.

It's probably best to accept that there is some trouble here in River City. Lazy, modern pseudo-Buddhists like ourselves seem to be happy with an IDEA that we are primordially pure. But ideas in themselves are never ever ultimately pure, so, get back to work, you dirtballs! Not kidding!

If you were to meet a real chan teacher, they would be able to show you the distortion of your mind (as well as the nature of it). You would see and feel all the sickness and pain your mistakes caused and you would want help and want to help. Depending on various factors you would be able to trasform/transfigure these thoughtforms, very slowly, somewhat slowly, slowly, moderately, somewhat fast, quickly, very quickly or instantly or timelessly. When you see thoughts timelessly poof, then let me know...we can have a nice talk about how you have transcended the need for the purity idea.....

In general we tend to be egotistical and would rather not deal with the lostness and the suffering. But go ahead and admit it and you may be on the way to, uh, er, purity! You might be able to enter the path of esoteric tantra...but that is rare...it's not my choice but the level of the student.
Not only will the first be last, but the last will be first.

So can you tell me, how can lying and feigning enlightenment be tantric purity? Modern Kali-rushing and selfishness means we get to skip and just be done with it, why? Because we want to. Waaah!! Good time for a hissy fit!

The point is, we don't do the right things AND we don't try hard enough:

"Dog Zen is easy
But you still have to do it.
Your way is hard
But you still have to stop it.

After you begin the beating of the bushes
Rip out roots to make sure.
Still, you'll have to use the chemicals,
Even still, you won't be close to pure."

We should kick ass on our path and follow the teachings and the lineage and commit to plumb the depths of the great issue of life, all instead of holding on to a fools enlightenment, which is no enlightenment at all. Don't argue with Lao Tsu, he's in a bad mood, and those students of the sangha, bless their hearts, are a little flakey and all need to get down into the mud of truth and get really stinky ripe so that they can be pure.

This idea that there is no purity and that there is no morality is generally accepted by neo-pagans, anarchists, and some new agers. It's much easier to blame, to maintain opposite thinking to that horrifying possibility that you might have to work hard on yourself and even give up things. And that your parent's religion might have more than a grain of truth to it, too. Boo.

The fact is that there are in skillful means and karmic purification functioning as an important part of our point on the spiritual path. See the teachings of Buddha, of Christ and of the ancient Taoists for yourself. Asking for a book list might get you interested in something besides the Samsaric Daily News. Ideas of trendy libertine tantra are just the corruption of these profound teachings and are not the basis of esoteric tantra at all but I'm in minority here, and you may need to activate more brain cells to find out.

Now that you've decided to make your actions pure as powder, if you are going to practice atiyoga at some point you should know what the cardinal sin of Dzogchen is:

It's to corrupt the understanding of the Dzogchen view with concepts of a Dzogchen view. (Memorize this please for the future.)

Ok, so there's no such thing as sin, aye? No such thing as evil, no need for purity.....oh my Lordy, help us all please! Everybody back to the coal mines!

In order to correct this problem, one who is even recognizing the basic aspect of empowerment will need to start over constantly, even throughout the day. One who hasn't must strive for truth (which is the modern replacement for the preliminary practices). (Memorize this too). One continues to one's ideas of what is until the time of actual (not exoteric) empowerment. Some people think that Mr. Rogers or perhaps "science" is the perfection, you know, so ideas are iffy things...

May all beings prepare, enter and follow the path as so to finally recognize the four extremes (reality, unreality, both, neither) arising as the creativity of the actual great perfection!

Super Great Good Fortune Y'all!!

Lao Tzu Kicked Out of the City

Chalking his hand
Looking toward that 300 score
Lao Tzu had a hissy fit:
They ran out of Budweiser.

Dog Zen is easy
But you still have to do it.
Your way is hard
But you still have to stop it.

After you begin the beating of the bushes
Rip out roots, just to make sure.
Still, you'll have to use the chemicals,
Even still, you won't be close to pure.

Dead roots point a shine toward infinity
Looking from the back, clockwise becomes counter:
You can't fool me again, no friend would hold lies
No mixing is allowed without the chan master's affinity.

While this wild plant, it silently grows
The fraud primps and arranges the styles that he chose,
Further and further back from his chance:
He never entered into the source of romance.

If there's one lick of passion in your blood
You'll take to roaming with the dharma thugs
Where you'll learn the chod that cuts the bone:
Then again, the odds are you'll stay home.

Gold, a bad choice,
Steel is better.
How you 'spect to get around
Up there on that ladder?

Glory to God our Father in Heaven
Yes, just the way that it already is!
Our meal ends in a toast, better than ever
Ain't no complaints in this line of biz.

Schmoogley's Risk

Reaching out to make others feel good
Doesn't end their continuation as morons.
Reaching to help yet another, the first falls back:
How are you going to explain that to your real Mom?
How can you say that God is good?

The girl danced and danced: I trust her truth
She forgot how she was supposed to be
Forgetting to help, she takes the great risk
So to spin the world off its trajectory
Exposing old heroes as ordinary spooks.

The cat got chased without a dog zen thought.
The redneck doesn't care much for Superman's tights.
As Schmoogley boy would like a bone today,
Mr. Whitman has boldly declared his delights,
And the dancer she shakes, caring not what she ought.

While all must love, the chosen let it go,
Knowing the difference between leaves and the wood,
One is pecked off, the other stays.
The vow is the remnant of the magic good
The pith, not the fluff, the wise do know.