Eleven Star 0110 by Arrow


ODE TO THE TENDING
by chakra37

That left untended so soon withers and dies

Our life all pretended as soon bothers and lies 

The fire warms us but so too do those who tend it

The wool adorns us but so too do those who mend it

The energy heals us but so too so those who send it

 

Stir the Pot   Soften the Gaze   Feed the Beast   and Turn the Wheel

Throw In and Grow the Future
Tend the Body   Tend the Mind   Tend the Earth

Tend Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

Do Your Duty   Shake Your Booty

Find Your Niche   and Unleash the Bitch

Send kind and wise words to the Center

Tend the Song   Tend the Chorus

Tend the Tree and Tend the Forest

Tend the Method of Tending

And Tend too to the Tender
Tend the Sadhana   Tend the Love Mind

Tend the Family, the Clan, the Tribe, the Town, the Neighbor, the Lodge,

   the beloved, the neutral, and the hated

Tend the Breath lest it blow along untended

Tweak and Cushion and Shimmy and Guard

Smooth and Feather and Guide and Ward

Know what Arises   Know what Abides   and Know what Falls Away

A tender intending should be tender and raw with all that comes by

So Tend Appearance
Attend to all that Rides on the Wind of the Moment

A Sentry ever on Watch

Tend too to the Watcher

Tend the Pleasure and Tend the Pain

Tend to the Method and So Remain

Know Without and Know Within

Know the Coming and Know the Going

Abide in the Wisdom Unknowing

Know This Way and That   Profound and Vast

   so Cast the Red Net of Understanding

Offer Dust to the Wind
Know the Cycles   Read the Signs   Be Aware of What Aligns

Rememberememberemember   over and over

And also remember the Changing Mind that Remembers

Tend the Deadline and the Life Unbounded

Tend The Circle and the Temple Unfounded

Blend in With the Universe   Not Two

Tend the Seed of the Other

For Within the Other is the Seed of You

Discover Nature and Tend to this New Stature

Then Know that the Nature of the Tended and Untended is the Same Nature.

The Beauteous Flower and the Noxious Weed both arise from a simple seed

Structure and Function conjoin and thereby comes the sweet illusion of the world

AH what to make of such pondering
A tender of words watches and scans for secrets to unconceal themselves

A peak and a poke and a puck and a pun

Perhaps merely to make a dent in the Great Wall of Illusion.