Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Update New Mexico


One neighbor had the marauding dogs while
Another neighbor had the foolish sheep
The shepherd complained
And threatened
And raved
Until one of those dogs is found with hatchet in skull
Another with hind foot and tail chopped off

While he continues to rant and rail
The dog neighbor ignores and snores away the threats
Until he, his wife, and all those canine thugs
Are found dead from shotgun blasts which
The sheep herder confesses to another neighbor
Then calmly blows his own brain out

Up down and all around the Rio Pecos
1870 more or less
Billy drops another reckless gun with his Winchester
Victorio mutilates another brash nester family
somewhere between the Llano Estacado
and the Jornada del Muerto
At Seven Rivers old man Beckwith upholds his
Confederate honor by drawing a bead
on his Damn Yankee son-in-law
Up north along the Chama
And in the mountain pueblos below Truchas Peak
On every Good Friday
Another black hooded bare back bleeding Penitente
Darme, seƱor, una buena muerte
Give us, Lord, a good death

Saturday, May 29, 2010


When he walked upon the earth he quickened war; he quickened vice, filth; he brought anguish, affliction to men; he brought discord among men; wherefore he was called "the enemy on both sides." This Tezcatlipoca is a great devil.
- Fray Bernardino Sahagun

I am very old.
So old the people have lost their memory of me.

They attribute all their visions, dazzlements, and hallucinations to my power. They call me lord of the smoking mirror, of darkness, discord, deceit, destroyer of worlds, ghost walker, the jaguar that consumes the hearts of men, whose priests wear my skin and hold aloft the sacrificial obsidian blade. Yet none of these is my true name.

I am Lord of the Between.
Master of Inner and Outer.

The drop of water in the heart of fire. The spark of fire in the heart of water. The switch that reverses the limited mind of conditions to the liberated mind of primal essence. The door hinge at the entrance to the source of awareness; that quiet central chamber where spirit and energy fuse, where medicine is dispensed.

Look into my mirror to turn the light around.
Observe the mind observing.

It is nothing but smoke. Break through to erase the images reflected upon any cave wall and the old names cease to exist. Then the four quarters turn in unity. The rainbow bridge of dreams weaves the spider's intent. The lightening bolt of potential ignites the serpent’s vitality. The thunder of earth strengthens the lion’s virtue. The wind of heaven supports the condor’s clarity. All together they burst into space and repose in the sublime mystery.

Here is where the golden flower opens.
And the true power of jaguar becomes yours to wear.