Eight Keys to Heaven To find the way, through heaven's gate,And to find the four root metaphors,Just follow the yellow brick road,Making friends along the way.You'll, fall down a rabbit hole,Inside a curiouser Wonderland,Inside, the lost boys' Neverland,Where things seldom make sense,Unless, of course, they just don't!Filled, with curiouser caricatures!Who make sense, when they don't!Who don't if they may make sense!Who relish more mindless laughter!Who delight, in spouting gibberish!Who delight, in babbling nonsense!Who say the most curiouser things!Who sparkle slinging their bullshit!Who laugh, at just about anything!Who can possess sparkling laughter!Who occasionally act like little kids!Where a tornado, sweeps you away!Forcing you to take a very long nap!When you really don't want to sleep!When you aren't actually tired at all!When, you'd much rather stay awake!When you'd much rather see anything!Like Rip Van Winkle, awakening old!Like a sleeping beauty, none may wake,Like a vacation someplace, really exotic!Like the wildest night, out on the town!Heads spinning feeling like throwing up!While so dazed and confused its not real!Until, at last, everyone simply passes out,Running in circles, while everyone shouts!Uncertain if this ride, will ever really end!Uncertain where in hell you finally landed!Does anybody really know, what time it is?Somewhere... over the rainbow way up high,Oh birds fly over the rainbow so why can't I?There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby,Troubles melt like lemon drops, on chimney tops.Up ahead at the signpost the One Twilight Zone,Troubles melt away, but all the weirdness goes on!You become lost deeper within the memory of God,Just follow your own heart and make new friends;Frequently ignorant virtue is its own best reward,To have clueless friends, we must first be clueless;To be clueless we must first accept our ignorance,Knowing if nothing else we might know nothing.Surrender and authenticity being the same thing,You must find our four root metaphors, in order;To look behind the curtains and find the wizard.To see who really has their finger on the buttons,Something the Fractal Dragon, can help us with,Because Alice alone, can navigate the singularity!Alice alone has the permission of both her parents,She alone possess all the necessary ignorant virtue,She alone, has the required warped sense of humor.To navigate lost deeper within the memory of God,Opening the gates and peering behind the curtains!When nobody can even see the curtains themselves!Past the pearly gates upon the top of the stairway!No one can ever hope to remember it in all its glory,The whole being greater than merely a sum of parts!The whole keeps showing more unknown properties!The context deciding the whole is greater than parts!The context deciding, they're greater than any whole!The context forever determining, any and all content;The memory of God remains the source of all divinity!That which is beyond all possible human imagination.Ultimately the origin of everyone's personal humanity,Ultimately the source of everything in our own hearts!Ultimately the source, of everything in all of existence!None might prove any personal divinity, intellectually!None can ever prove their own humanity intellectually;None may quantify that which can never be quantified!None can categorize whatever does all our categorizing!None might box and label the source of boxes and labels!None defines what is always, responsible for definitions!None would constrain, what does all of the constraining!None can see the back of their head, as clearly as another!None can prove they understand the paradox of existence;For none can ever possess free will, creativity, or humility!None can ever possess that which God himself gives away,None owns the awareness, that accompanies vulnerability!None may own even their happiness, joy, and contentment!None may own even their personal mind or ignorant virtue!None could ever truly own, what could only be given away!None can own what forever manages to escape any clutches!When the law of nature, is our love may only be given away!Freedom becoming just rhetoric if you can never give it away!Free will becoming rhetoric, unless everyone can give it away!Fate becoming rhetoric if it can never be forced upon someone!The greater context of love, trumps everything in the universe!When none, could ever possibly hope to tickle their own fancy!When any love, knowledge, and awareness can only be shared!Hearts can never be closely held by anyone, not even ourselves!Hearts all existing for any to keep contributing to loving truth;It is our souls which captivate the world, and not the other way,It is our souls which know the meaning of freedom and victory!Whenever your love, happiness, and joy can only be given away,Whenever contentment simply to be ourselves defines happiness!Whenever contentment, is our fountain spring of real happiness!Whenever instant karma may apply individually and collectively,Freedom becomes so much more than anyone's political rhetoric;Freedom becomes so much more than another pitiful abstraction,Forty ounces of freedom you have to pay for, won't really satisfy,In reality, our Ugly Duckling turns out to be the beautiful swan!Astonished every time to learn they have been the swan all along;Astonished they are no longer, who they thought they really were!That we are the child, able to laugh at the naked man in a parade!That we are the adults, capable of making sense out of everything!We have always been the triumphant hero of our personal fantasy!Each child knows in their hearts love makes our universe go round,Each child remembers all everybody ever wanted to do was to play!Busy adults tend to frequently forget what's that's really important;Every past and future, spinning and blending within the whirlpool!Time and memories forever exchanging places trading family recipes!Flawed memories eternally confusing everything we think we know!The future's so bright everybody's wearing sunblock and dark shades!Putting the future behind them they can embrace the past and laugh!Embracing the past they own the future, laughing that much gentler!Now and Zen uncertain, about even making time warped everywhen!Yet oblivion changes everything, accomplishing nothing in an instant;The heart that bends the most, silences all of creation and destruction!The one true victory reverberating forever, inside the sounds of silence!The silent explanation for a silent victory that leads to silent victories!Forever inspiring infinitely unbound awareness in the present moment!Empowering us all to reflect on, what we don't know and have to learn,While, unbound ignorance provides everything else as flawed memories!Flawed memories all coming in a variety of different colors and flavors!Mama and Papa eternally inspiring awe in their addle-brained children,The greater truth of the recursion, is progressively revealed to humanity.Finally becoming evident, to even the academics and modern sciences,The next generation Contextual sciences, are alive and rapidly growing,Everything that exists is alive if quantum mechanics rule the universe.When love is all you need the meek must inevitably inherit the earth,None alive can even hope to defy, their own mother nature forever,Papa's unconditional Truth empowers the great Fractal Dragon!The greater context of One Truth, inevitably trumps anything!While, Mama's karmic humor is beyond human imagination!My life is entirely meaningless if I'm never to be of service,All my tears are but those of crocodiles, if never shared.If I may never share my own dreams, with another,All of my fears are but my childish nightmares.Let there be peace and let it begin with me,As it is in Heaven let it be so on earth.
This poems still needs work and it will be at least another six months before I'm finished with my book, however, it gives some idea of the plot within the poetry which is based upon a classic Chinese children's story about a real place where an enormous set of steps lead up through a narrow mountain pass known as "Heaven's Gate". In the story there is a dragon that guards a secret treasure and this modern variation is, of course, based on the work of hippies.
She lives in Malaysia now and her sense of humor really is beyond imagination as is the magic she can work.
but I rather kiss a he.... ok...I can give a kiss to a she on the cheek.... Minxy cat here....and Winnie and Moxy pug are all females, and i kiss them....so, I guess it is ok....affectionately.
She seems to prefer men as well, but nobody can ever meet her unless their karma is compatible. Even if you do have compatible karma, none can recognize her for she is unless they have something to do that requires they know. She has virtually no ego and becomes whoever she has to be in the moment, but she's normally just as sweet as they come if off-the-wall to say the least. I am the Wu Li master or she would have nothing to do with me.
With animals, I don't see he or she's...just beings...so i think that would be true of dragons, as well....puff the magic dragon.....
She is a person that is merely called "The Dragon" because her virtue makes her as powerful as they come.
One primitive tribe likes to say, "Mother nature's love is irresistible, but she has a wicked sense of humor!" Allan Watts was being conservative when he described God as playing peek-a-boo because our own expectations and preconceptions are part of the game. A recent study showed that although ambition certainly has its advantages at times, people who focus more on just being content tend to do better in the long run.
