The Psychedelic Romantic vol III (3 of Swords)(With music)

Creation and Destruction; are both cosmic laws, and cosmic forces acting upon the world. Creation is often the source of our greatests Joys, Dreams and Memories.

However; because nothing is permenant, the joy and happiness we feel is matched in power and intensity, to the grief, loss, and heart break. When something ends there is a sadness that it is gone, and clinging to either keeping it, or trying to recreate it in the future. Some of our most powerful lessons and personal transformation come for how we integrate this into our lives.

In tarot the 3 of cups symbolism the fools first confrontation with personal suffering and his/her naivity about the path. It is this suffering that starts the stormy search for the self.

The next two poems in this series, are about capturing the sense of cognitive and emotional dissonance, that arise out of this suffering. The attempt to see all the light, and all the dark simultaneously without calapsing into bitterness.

The union of opposites.

A Summers Dream

The wolf howls, the baby cries
The horses dance, the hero dies
The trees are growing, the rain is falling
The sunrise drowning, the angels swimming
Hate is breeding, love receeding
The demon laughing, the wizard casting
The rocks are melting, the leaves are trembling
The pages turning, the fire’s burning
The dragon flying, the pagasus dying
Rivers flowing, waterfalls drying
Seventeen-Hundred horses, One lover in the mist
The journey ends, The story begins
Behold the lies of a diamond rule-book
Killed with the stones of madness
Reflections of sunlight on grass
forever lorn the story ends 

Written by Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan (Circa 2005-2006)

Loveth Thy Rose Petal

The rose thorn pokes the finger drawing blood
To Show that even beauty must be handled with care
And upon this bloody finger, shall a kiss be placed
To Remind us of the tenderness of Subtlety
And when the wound is healed and the scar is gone
Who will remember the lesson; if not for the bleeder
For the rose is a symbol of love and the finger
a symbol of man, for that which we learn is also
that which we love, and that which we love
can also wound us, and that which is beautiful may also be Wicked
And then let the wicked speak as she smiles and says
‘May your blood poureth to show the tenderness I
require and remembereth the moment when love
lies bleeding that I can be your savour as much
as your tormentor’
O who shall tame the rose and master her beauty
and leave the rose to bathe in a pool of blood
For love is in the heart and blood the liquid of love
May admonish the wicked and caress the beauty
Doth thy finger bleedeth willingly in thy shadow of love.

Written by Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan (Circa 2005-2006)

The Healing of Trauma.

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