Let it flow II (Pisces Paen)

Growing Out of Liminality
Thirteen Wizards Shall Guide You, rotating in 7s,
to be chosen from a wizard test administered at regular intervals
to any who wish to apply.
Each wizard shall serve at his/her pleasure — until they decide to move on.
Any wizard may return by retesting and getting the highest score amongst
those currently in line at the time of a vacancy, like any other candidate.
The test to be devised by a wise pre-council to ascertain qualities of
wisdom, compassion, responsibility, integrity and clarity of communication.
The test may be reviewed and revised at any time that the full council agrees
to do so, based on evidence of better result to be gained.
The wizards do not make the laws.
Laws are made by direct democracy, after a sufficient period of debate when
an overwhelming majority of consensus seems likely.
Wizards do have veto power.
Wizards do not control the economy.  That is the province of the market.
The wizards do oversee the use and conservation of common resources.
They do oversee a social infrastructure that assures everyone a comfortable, secure
livelihood.  They do oversee disputes to assure that everyone is treated fairly
in the course of commerce, and in the course of community life.
They are not paid an outright salary.
They are given comfortable living conditions that their minds may be free
of personal want.
The experience of pain and suffering can be used as a gateway to compassion.
Compassion promotes self-compassion
Self-compassion promotes introspection
promotes self-experimentation
promotes awareness of personal operating systems
promotes release of misconceived blame
promotes relaxation of boundaries and restrictions
promotes liminal wisdom
promotes calm acceptance of non-rational realities,
promotes reintegration of self as programmer
promotes self-reprogramming in alignment with
self-progression to a place of bliss and
dharmic awareness in which
every piece fits, magically finds its place
in expanding space eternally unwinding.
That liminal curtain between the pain
and screen selection, prescribed feeling.  Immersion
distracts from meaning:  what you don’t mean;
all the ravaging truth (No, that’s not me!)
I was the princess, all the rage — cashing in
on beauty, charm, ambition.
See, my vision, bubbling up in pastel
pinks and blues.
Who were you, back when
the carnival was still in town?
Were you that merry clown,
costumed glee, charismatic spree,
grab it all for free!
And now?
Cloaked in silence, screaming; bravely scheming.
Which face you allow to smile,
slip through comedic picket fence or crooked style.
Intense desire disguised as disgust.
Social trust misapplied.
How to excavate, extricate all those lies,
(and why should I?) to touch cool, hard stone,
layered experience, polished to magnificence
not mine alone
God is a concept.   Power is belief.
Born with the implied function to continue the tradition of who we are.
Haunted by hunger for applause from those we adore.
Containers of dangerous unknown unknowns.
It’s not morality. It’s not romantic love.
We aren’t equipped to viscerally commit beyond
bounds allowed
by our desires.
We act within confines
of who we’ve defined ourselves to be.
Shell-shocked by normality.
Remnants and bits carelessly sewn together.
Feel the pull before the push dethrones from behind.
need as given.
Wander on, through healthy reverence, pleasure,
bliss, mystic surrender
Tales of death and resurrection make it seem so easy.
Yes, I’m terrified; but twill be better in the end, and then
again when I revive.
But just because the legends say better days will show
doesn’t make it so.
Seers can foretell bitter memories. Fear can
eviscerate for aeons.
Long before healing can take hold, strength diminishes,
resolve escapes, the time to reignite arrives too late.
In closing moments of late Winter light,
clouds sink afire into horizon’s shore.
Desire shielded by day from instinct’s sight
creeps into focus, relinks to nature’s core
If the sky could, it would dream of stars nova bright.
High on meditation, vision lingers, 
abreacts, whispers wisdom,
splinters into triptych.
The you that dreams.
The universal eye dreaming.
The awakened.
Relax deeply,
languidly.  Breathe.
Tell those busy thoughts to be dreams,

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