Ode to Lions

What began in Africa

Is culminating in me now

I am a roaring lion

Charging the wheel of destiny and karma

If I am wrong, stop me

I mean no harm but

I AM

Spirit on the way back to the One

If my bodies must go, then be gone

Put the spear in the heart

Stop their charge

But my spirit will charge on

What could possibly separate me

From what I already AM

Who will stand in front of a roaring charging lion

Only the King

And on His spear I gladly die

He will find my centre

And I will found His

My charge is to that place for this

The highest for the lowest

Shamballa School WILL be

My bones shake with the sound of

His spear pounding the ground

Here Here Here!

A great shout taken up in the world

Of all free souls

Shamballa Shamballa Shamballa

And I am charging you

I want what you want

I want what you want!

Join or resist

Lion or spear

Either way we come together in His embrace

His Will Will be done not ours

On this earth, in these stones

This is my time to charge

This is my time

I am done with limitation

I am done with the wheel of Saturn

I sound the deep destructive note

Of my deathright

For there is deathless hole

Birthing in the centre

of my charging life

I do not feel sorry

For the extinction of wild beasts

The lions and tigers are leaving earth

I feel blessed for the time

They spent here

The restraint they showed

In not leaping lifewards sooner

Holding form long enough

To imprint our weary souls

With the fiery mark of courage

A cherry blossom is not

A symbol of impermanence

A stone is

The blossom is so firmly anchored

In the inner worlds

That it can only spare three days

To bloom in this one

A stone has lived here so long

It must be taken into the deepest fire

At the centre of the earth

In order to remember its true home

Lions are like the blossoms

A few short days

And they must charge the wheel

Climb on to the King’s spear

And return to the wild call

Of the monad

They will not rest

Until they roam once more

the fire mist

I would go

When they go