maya busks for businessmen.

20 even revolutions around sol, my consciousness has answered the call the bear witness the ritualistic embrace of the cosmic mistress. Maya in within her own deluded forms secluded behind her Bedouin veil, she hides a frail framework lurks a smirk of charades. She parades around a perimeter guarding a chest at the circumference. A sinister dwelling foreshadowing tragedy, what do you have there in Pandora’s box? Lulling hips mesmerize the fools and wise alike, the beads fastened to her ankles jangle a chaotic rhythm. I stand impervious with my hand stroking my chin, who is she trying to fool? I see right through the multicoloured fractal cloth, I penetrate the multifaceted trajectories of her offered escapes. I get a glimpse of what appears to be an infinite landscape that takes no shape nor form. It is the humble abode of the absolute awareness, our home everything and also nothing. the hearth is aflame and a pot of earl grey steams a welcoming gesture. “welcome home”. The contents of the chest hold the key to set free all of the guests in Mayas performance. I look at her again, she never noticed my blaring third eye for it is concealed behind a wall of pride. I do not step foreword for it is not my time. Though I pine for the Buddha mind, I have a purpose in this material plane, to wax and wane as the tidal rhythm. I bought the ticket for this karmic attraction so I observe its nature. Maya you poor insecure soul, I do not care for your frilling attire, your cosmetics, your hypnotic act. I will not return the favour until I am able to savour that one original flavour beneath all of your clutter. your lotus sweats the dew of yearning, allow me to lap it up.


…….long lasting times of labour. Capricorn finally gives birth to Aquarius.