Sundome

It takes two hands to clap.
You clap, we dance.
Under the blue sky
We are stringed to you
Eternally, as you beam yourself
Into our being.

We have you to thank for,
The master that gives and withdraws.
But beneath the mask
Your time is running out.

Yet what you leave behind
Always exists amongst us.

The moment before which we come,
Is the moment which we grow.

Faith

I see Baphomet staring at me.
One hand pointed towards the sky,
The other pointing down,
Beckoning me over.

I see the Goddess of mercy
Sitting in repose
Resting on a throne high in the heavens
One leg swinging amongst the cloud
The other raised on a floating ledge
With an elbow rested for posterity
pouring compassion,
Asking me over for a rest
If I wished.

I see the Tengu
With its long red protruding nose
Sometimes assuming the shape of an old man,
Sometimes a bird,
Teaching a samurai how to wield his sword,
Turning around and giving me a wink.

I see Odin hanging upside down
On a big oak tree
Giving his eye
For the wisdom everyone sought,
Laughing amidst his pain.

I look myself hard in the mirror,
Trying to see who I most took after,
Whom I could follow,
Or stand with to be counted,
But all I saw was rain.