Acherontas Split with Slidhr 1. Wasteland Revived The poet said: “And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust” What the poet did not know –and I knew neither- Was that from this dust, watered by the Tears of the damned (as Milton said and Milton was wise), The most precious flower bloomed: a proud Chrysanthemum. 2. Death of the Ego oṃ namo bhagavatyai ārya prajñāpāramitāyai! In total void, an eternal motion: A pulse, a vibration - the life resides not in energy Nor its lack, but in Emptiness. The birds travel East: a pilgrimage of wanderlust. Not in breathing, nor in expiration - The Heart bleeds words of wisdom When still. He who walks with you, when you walk alone knows the truth: “All Buddhas in the past, present and future by practicing the Insight that Brings Us to the Other Shore are all capable of attaining Authentic and Perfect Enlightenment.” But I had killed Buddha, when I met her near The Gateless Gate, that starless night, When chysanthema blessed the ambience With discordant fragrance. And my heart quote: “All bear the mark of Emptiness; their true nature is the nature of no Birth no Death, no Being no Non-being, no Defilement no Purity, no Increasing no Decreasing.” Beyond Body and Spirit, Life And death, hate and love, the interlocking Wedding of opposites and synonyms, beyond the chemical union, lies my Heart watering the Wisdom of Chrysanthema. gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā. gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā. gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā. 3. Dispossession From our shells We must break free We cast the Circle To exit the Flesh One is Lost Until one lets go All is lost Before transformation of the soul