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Five Ways Down
Hell is Made of Ice
Clocks: Act One
Two Buddhas
When Saints Die
All Things for the Good of Those
God and God; Man and Man



Five Ways Down

I stand upon a mountain top with fire at the base.
Above me is the black expanse of boundless, starry space.
Behind me lies an ocean not of water but of glass
Which borders on a deadly wilderness of poison gas.
Unto the right lies endless blue of diamonds shining bright,
While on the left is nothing but an orange and yellow light.
There's five ways down the mountainside and one way up to space
And I am on the verge of going down each path apace.


Hell is Made of Ice

In Buddhadharma, Hell is made of ice.
One thousand flames that freeze advance at me
To show me that Amida will suffice,

And yet I cannot see my karma twice,
Regarding only karma's great decree:
“In Buddhadharma, Hell is made of ice.”

In Hell, the Crimson Lotus paradise,
The fissures of my flesh put out their plea
To show me that Amida will suffice,

Yet when the cold breaks in with no device,
I cannot see and only want to flee
(In Buddhadharma, Hell is made of ice),

But when my mind has broken in its vice
The ice will turn to water of the sea
To show me that Amida will suffice.

Although my passions linger and entice,
One thousand flames that freeze have made me see:
In Buddhadharma, Hell is made of ice
To show me that Amida will suffice.


Clocks: Act One

I must ask you a question, but I wish to stop the clocks.
Anxiety's attacking me but I don't know if I-
Like men on mountains herding sheep and tending to their flocks-
Can live like this; I'd be remiss, to put life off and die,
For living like the men on mountains-living life alone-
Is not the way I wish to live or occupy my life.
I'd rather live my life without you if I'd ask a stone,
And that is how I fear you'd plead, fulfilling all my strife,

But I'll ask you this question since I cannot stop the clocks
And hope that, when you answer, it will be a firm caress,
And you can be the men on mountains; I will be the flocks,
But if your answer happens to be wry in its address,
I will move on to live my life and see another day
Where suns are shining, skies are blue, and sheep run out to play


Two Buddhas

I made another throne to be by mine,
But no one's in this realm to sit by me
For, when I made this realm to be my shrine,
I thought that, by myself, I would be free,
But Buddhas sitting side by side rejoice
When someone's found to fill the other throne.
Remaining in this realm would be my choice.
I'd live forever, but I'd be alone.

It's not enough to live forever, though,
And I would give eternity if I
Could only have a man to love and know,
Although that means that one day I will die.
Descending back to earth I'm finally free,
Although I've given up eternity.


When Saints Die

The church that holds me here is falling down.
The choir left a thousand years ago
When bread and wine as one began to drown.
There’s no one left to light the candle’s flame
Or venerate those things the saints became.
A time ago the cracks began to show.
Today the walls are gravely falling down
As saints on high fall down to depths below.

Then, as the final saint falls down and dies,
I hear what must be Heaven’s wondrous cries
As angels praise the one they canonize.
He stands before me brighter than the sun.
Beyond the ruins of this church there lies
A land toward which our passage has begun.


All Things for the Good of Those

The Universe in which I live is a mistake,
So burn it in the Second Death of Fire
That proves to me that Karma is a fake.

When God gave up the Ghost and Earth began to quake,
The Universe divided: Grace and Ire.
The Universe in which I live is a mistake,

For Grace and Ire each are choices I can make,
That is, if I am rid of My Desire
That proves to me that Karma is a fake.

So when the Beast arose from My Desire’s wake,
A single choice remained for me: enquire.
“The Universe in which I live is a mistake.”

In that way, Beast has shown me what is truly fake.
But then I heard the words of My Desire,
“That proves to me that Karma is a fake.”

Thus Beast became my friend at Morning’s Final Break,
Though, deep within My Mind I still conspire.
“The universe in which I live is a mistake
That proves to me that karma is a fake.”


God and God; Man and Man

And thus Ahura Mazda did contend
To come unto the side of Ahriman,
Thus hastening the time of evil’s end.
When Ahriman received the God of Light,
It pleased the world to see the end of night.

Today is still the rising of the dawn.
Ahura Mazda’s endless vows attend
And will not cease until the dusk is gone.

So come to me and we will please our God
By way of ending Ahriman’s facade
For even He has realized it is flawed.
No longer must there be a cause of fright.
If God can be together with a God,
Then man and man, together, forge delight.