Like a Pan of stone,
ensorcelled, cast in shame
from homeland mystic plains.
Immortal master held below
Experience teaches as ratiocination
Search cascading clues,
I fish for gutter snipes,
smoke to assuage hunger.
Silly me, to contradict
When we met, I was still
Practice magic expressed as habit.
Impeccably design unbinding spells.
Immersed in scintillating sound bites,
encrypted tones of Temple bells.
Silly Buddha tricks
are for kids who sell cheap
services for circus thrills.
This phase relaxes — sings out for fun.
Unwind! The next track looms ahead.
Stone bases crack, licked by the Sun,
Spirit discounted as dead
Glorious battles can start
in an era of heart.
Glorious peace be created
in an era of mind.
Stories absorbed in the womb of man
in the day to day,
cast an unconscious design.
Over ages, the Covenant is broken.
Astonished, stone breathes, alive.
Mature, Pan, self-freed, grieves