Leo Season

I feel hot.
The fucking A/C is blasting but my nerves
seem to want to reach toward the beyond...
I feel the sum total of my actions and their consequences
The difference between "this" and "that"
or, as the zen's say- the lack of difference
the "five aggregates"
form
feeling
perception
volition
consciousness
yeah that's it. 
It's like the laws of the buddhist philosophy
and the rumbling of some ancient, lovecraftian
beast
I fucking feel like Johnny Cash
high as a kite telling
the world about his personal cosmology
Artists, poets, and musicians
are so much closer to all that which moves and exists
honestly
we feel it in our brains, we hear it in the wind
that "sacred, barbaric muse"
that formless form
that low hum we hear right before a restless night's sleep
 
I feel like a great violence moves through the fabric
of our world
There's fires roaring across the plains and the
west coast right now and there's
fires roaring across the hearts of men and women
I can almost reach out and touch what's in the air
right now

I feel the great Lion of creation roaring it's
two heads at the heavens
Surely something great is at hand in the stars...
some cosmic awakening, or perhaps..
no...
probably
a nuke war
But the lion roars
and it does not stop

Listen to the drug addict poets and
the illiterate painters
and the bi-polar fucking guitar players
They live in the shadow of the great beast and
they cross the dusty planes
of 
form 
feeling
perception
volition
 and consciousness 
and though they may not fully understand everything
they can still
hear the roaring

Creativity is the art
of spiritual warfare.
I've got flames to my feet that
never go out