To Knightly-warriorness mentality
there is no greater deep-thrill satisfaction
than the Sunset-Melding Meditation.
In that ancient Light-enhancing discipline
you "tailor-legged" sit square-facing the setting sun,
rigorously gather all your thought into true-arrow,
then with mind-bow launch that arrow westing
for Heroic Virture-spirit Questing.
Mind-arrow skim-tops trees
as seeks to meld with sunlight streakings
burns like firebrand out and out
not weaving if you hold thought tight
soaring, swimming, eyes-undimming
aspiring-eager to pass clean through heaven
steady, golden, awesomely-superb.
With pranayamic breath Feel-canting "OM..."
you push mind-arrow on and on apace
towads Sol's inviting face
so doesn't spend its force and sink;
your flying thought, full free,
is-not then bound by destiny;
your courage waxes sunflare-strong;
you Feel heart burning with ambition
to pierce-conquer every fear,
self doubt,
rapacious urge,
ignoble ideation.
When Sol has gently-settled out of sight
into His royal ultra-violet evening bed
your arrow nestles nobly by His side
perfect-balanced
keen-edge sharp
light-feathers flocked
clean-even nocked
no warps in straight-true shaft
no scrapes to mar desgin
and there your Humble Presence lies throughout the night
enthralled immaculately in deep warriorness
til next morn's dawnbeams-volley
flies gold arrow back, enhanced,
into your Lordliege-Knightly body stance.
-Kukhulainn Keltoi
there is no greater deep-thrill satisfaction
than the Sunset-Melding Meditation.
In that ancient Light-enhancing discipline
you "tailor-legged" sit square-facing the setting sun,
rigorously gather all your thought into true-arrow,
then with mind-bow launch that arrow westing
for Heroic Virture-spirit Questing.
Mind-arrow skim-tops trees
as seeks to meld with sunlight streakings
burns like firebrand out and out
not weaving if you hold thought tight
soaring, swimming, eyes-undimming
aspiring-eager to pass clean through heaven
steady, golden, awesomely-superb.
With pranayamic breath Feel-canting "OM..."
you push mind-arrow on and on apace
towads Sol's inviting face
so doesn't spend its force and sink;
your flying thought, full free,
is-not then bound by destiny;
your courage waxes sunflare-strong;
you Feel heart burning with ambition
to pierce-conquer every fear,
self doubt,
rapacious urge,
ignoble ideation.
When Sol has gently-settled out of sight
into His royal ultra-violet evening bed
your arrow nestles nobly by His side
perfect-balanced
keen-edge sharp
light-feathers flocked
clean-even nocked
no warps in straight-true shaft
no scrapes to mar desgin
and there your Humble Presence lies throughout the night
enthralled immaculately in deep warriorness
til next morn's dawnbeams-volley
flies gold arrow back, enhanced,
into your Lordliege-Knightly body stance.
-Kukhulainn Keltoi
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