God & the Snake
Kundalini is life- force.
Kundalini is a snake.
Kundalini; a union
Which no man
Can break.
Tottering tots tumble down.
They cry & cry on the dirty ground.
With horrible wailing they primally sound
Till Mamma comes and kisses them
And off to school they go.
Gathering the things they need to know.
Up and up they grow,
And tears of sweet water cease to fall
As rarely do grown-ups cry at all,
Completely unaware that way back ‘fore the Fall of Man,
God had a super-kooky plan. God said,
“Let’s turn the cookie monster into the Cookie Man.
And Snake, you, my dear, are going to bring him great fear.”
“Your Highness, Your Lowness
Your Leftness, Your Rightness,
Your Upness, Your Downess,
Your Dayness, Your Nightness,
Uh, now, hold on a minute here,
The man is only a baby with not even a year
Of knowledge.”
“Well, whatever, Snake; that’s why he’ll go to college, clear the mind, look for the Garden he left behind.”
“But I don’t want to be responsible for this.
It’s no good and I don’t want to—“
And then God hid the Snake’s charms beneath the cobra’s hood.
God said, “Yeah, it’s going to be really, really bad,
But, sweet Snake, don’t be sad
‘Cause when the man is writing songs to sing,
Your water will become his wine and coffee.
Baby, the cobra is king.
…And the woman is Queen.
“Go to her, let yourself be seen,
Don’t be freaky. Just be light.”
“Well, okay. All right,
But I don’t want to get between her and the man,
Though I shall indeed if that’s the plan.”
“Yes, tell her what you know.
Then to the man she’ll go
When he sees you glimmer in her eyes,
He’ll say, ‘Oh, Jesus Jazz, woman,
Put a fig leaf between your thighs.’
You see, she’s within him,
Yet outside as well.
To know this, to really know it
Is to bring Heaven to Hell.
“She’ll put on the fig leaf because she’s good,
And she wants to please him—it’s true.
He wants to please her, too,
But he’ll be like, ‘Ew.
Girls are gross,’
She’ll say, “You don’t want to be close?
Whatever, Babe. The fig leaf looks good.
I’ll make one for you,
And look at this place, man,
Let’s build something out of wood
And have a baby or two.’
“Then, there will always come another season
When they will be fine,
And Cobra, Kundalini Love of Mine,
You are the Light of Reason.
From this light comes curiosity.
This is kind of sad
Because curiosity will lead to good and bad,
Destroying the Garden of Eden.
Yet Eden’s destruction will serve freedom.
Man will leave the woman behind to create time.
Without time there could be no Einstein,
Nor bread & wine,
Nor mundane, nor sublime.
No eternity. No time.
Nor anything in-between.
You know what I mean, jelly-bean?”
“No, and I don’t want to do this,
Though I guess I have no choice.”
“That’s right. You must spark the light of knowledge, to give wisdom voice.
Whatever, Snake. That’s the basic Plan,
Though there is bit more I must impart about the Soul of Man.”
“Okay, wait a second,
Hold on a minute, or maybe an hour or a day.
I—I don’t want to do this.
I don’t know what to say.
I can’t think. I’m so nervous. I don’t want to know anymore
I guess you’ll tell me, though I don’t know what for.
It’s wrong to let them hurt
Like I can see you will.
Grave after grave that generations fill.
It’s so stupid. I’m so upset.—“
“Just wait. Just hold it, Baby. Just relax.
Just listen and dig on some facts.
Eden must be destroyed so they may reconstruct it,
And have it for their own,
And you may live with them, Snake, as flesh is to bone.”
“But look at Adam, he knows nothing good or bad.
I can’t imagine what shall befall him, but I’m already quite sad.
So, if it pleases you to tell me, please tell me what he’ll do.
I’d like an idea of what I’m getting into.”
“Well, Adam won’t respect woman, though he truly could.
He is going to treat her like a piece of wood.”
“But Eve’s so wonderful!
Why would Adam do that?”
“’Cause his ego is really fat.
He thinks he knows what’s going on,
But he does not know where it’s at:
‘I think therefore I am.’? Give me a gosh darn break, for the sake of William Blake,
And Jean Claude Van Damme!
I think therefore I think I am.
Will you please pass the green eggs and ham?!
“Adam will dam the rivers and live in chains
Kill his brother, poison the rain,
Then he’ll brim with pride in his new hat,
Blind as a bat to where it’s at.
“He thinks he’s really cool, right?
But he’s really just a silly fool and through him
The might of our Kingdom is going to come
On some faraway day,
During sex play,
After the Second Great War of Global Doom.”
“What?!”
“Nevermind. When he’s with Steve in a sacred place called the bedroom.”
“Steve? who’s Steve?”
“Sorry, I meant to say Eve.
To her, Adam shall say
‘Now, you know well that I’m not gay,
But, uh, I really love your clothes,’
And Snake, she’ll know. She’ll say,
‘Do you want to play dress-up and exchange these for those?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. Do you think I’m normal? I guess. I spose.”
‘Oh, come on, Honey. Put on my clothes!’”
“What? Why did she say that?”
“Well, Snake, he’s a fool, but she does know where it’s at.
He is a puppy dog,
And she is a Cool Cat…”
“Mm-hm. Mm-hm.”
“Dig, Snake, here’s another part of your mission:
Illuminate him with reason and her with intuition.”
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Now, I see.
I understand why you need me to be me.
But he wants to wear her clothes?
I don’t really get it. I mean,
How is it that these are different from those?
A fig leaf is a fig leaf as far as I can see.”
“Well, they’re not so different actually,
And, factually, there is a woman inside every man.
And there will be a book called The Bible
Where I’ll describe this plan
I’ll use metaphor and poetry,
Yet they won’t understand.
They will desecrate woman as they desecrate the land.”
“That’s really sad. That makes me want to cry.”
“It’s okay, Snake. That’s why
You’re you, and crying is your job, too.”
“What? Whaddaya want me to do?”
“Snake, you are the tears that crawl and fall from their eyes
And the tragedy is that you are an expression they will come to despise.”
“Despise?”
“Yeah, Honey, they are really going to hate you a lot.
Dig, like you and your sweet, loving eyes
They will satanize.
“Kingdoms of the world will come and go,
Talking of Michelangelo. Ages will pass fast & slow,
A few monks and nuns will toe the unknown line,
But so-called do-gooders shall be unkind,
Lost in time & crime & slime,
Waiting & waiting for the bells to chime.
“And Sweet Satan, whatever, Baby,
All things are forever blessed,
So just rest
Under the cool rock during the heat of day
And, in the evening, come out to dance and play.” |
“Oh, that’s cool. That makes me feel a little better.”
“Don’t feel too good because his destiny is still to forget her.
He’ll forget how it feels to be receptive, and he’ll hate her,
And he’ll run her through.
Since he’s going to need some rules and regulations,
I am going to call him a Jew.”
“A d-you? Like me an’ d’you?”
“No, Silly snake, J-E-W.”
“Double you? Double you?”
“Nevermind, Snake. Ask me something new.”
“I don’t want to be demanding,
But I’m so lacking in understanding,
So would it please you to explain the Jew?”
“Yes, well, they really endure. That’s for sure.
They make music. They wear cool shoes.
They fall in love and they’ve got the blues.
They go to work. They come home.
They rent movies about the Terrordome.
The Jews kick ass and kiss ass, too.
Some go to class and some skip.
Some get a piercing in their lower lip.
They free the mind. They need a hug.
They learn a step. They try a drug.
“Jews are all the people of the world,
Each baby, man, woman, boy and girl.
Over all the Earth will they roam
Looking for a place to call their own,
And the most Jewish of Jews has no home.”
“Wow. Well, how do they do it?
There must be more to it.”
“Yes. They’ll have lots of rituals to make themselves pure.
Rituals are very habitual, and a kind of cure,
But, really, they’re just another way to make it through another day.
“Only tears and years purify the fears,
And, yeah, many beers, that helps,
But they will have to find your tears
My Little Lucifer, my Fallen One.
For you are very kind and gentle, too,
But I must insist on warning you
That many, many times will they cut you in two.”
“Okay. Whatever. What were you telling me about me and Jew?”
“Let’s see. There’ll be this hepcat named Moses,
This really wise dude who knows this
Slavery deal is just a phase, right?
He’ll lead the Jews away from it and wander all his days
Ceaselessly seeking The Promised Land
When it was always there in his forsaken hand:
A staff that becomes a snake.
Kundalini is a union which no man can break.
And Moses will have these sacred stones with an etching of the Law,
And that is really going to help,
But at the end of the day, the Law is a lotta blah, blah, blah.
The Law will die alone,
And be but a pile of bone and stone.
Then, once church becomes the sky,
People will ask, ‘Why? Why did we have to die?’
“And Snake, my Snake, my precious crawling through the heap of bone, alone, I’ll tell you what to say:
‘Oh, Kid, my sweet Kid. I’m sorry Kid,
But let me tell you about Moses’ stones:
Baby, just look a little more closely for once in your Eternal Life
And see and know and never, never forget
That the stones of Moses were cut in the likeness of TOMBSTONES.”
“Okay. All right. Now, you relax.
I don’t know what you’re getting me into
And I do not like the facts.
There’s me. I’m the Snake. Man, woman, dog & cat.
And you have to be so dramatic. What’s up with that?”
“Well, that’s just it, Baby, like that’s the thing,
Cause drama is the thread that’s going to weave
This ding-a-ling, Big Bang, yin yang, Star Spangled thang,
So let’s get this party started, and there’s no time to take
“’Cause Kundalini is a union that no man can break.
|
