Python Liberation Front

Nothing New Under the Sun...

There is no memory of a moment
Only chains of connections in the mind
No revolutionary foment
Creating ideas of a novel kind.

A recollection of a recollection
Is about all that we can muster
Reality has no resurrection
No matter how much we may fuss and bluster.

Last Rites and Requiem...

When quakes shall root out foundings to the core,
When bold Abora shakes with cholic roar,
Then let the one in Abyssinia weep
That man so rashly lays him down to sleep.

How small a loss it were to lose a race
Of feeble mind and self-deceiving face,
Who write their songs with fingers in the sand
And like Sir Spens, go walking on the strand.

Yet still a pity should we lose our hope,
Questing, ever questing, time always our foe...

Before the solemn eyes of aged Pope
Man holds the last spectacular at bay,
No more we weep; the moon is full again
Today; Eternity is then tomorrow.

the Sun Also Rises...

Baha'u'llah, the clouds are clearing
I can see the sun arising
And the mountain peaks appearing
As a brand new day is dawning.

A babe is born to blessed Magdala
As foretold by sacred kabbala
Looking to a future transfiguration
Earth's soul reborn, reconsecration.

Fron the deep heart of spiritus mundi
Comes the return of long sought Mahdi
From Mt. Moriah's sacred chakra
Fullfillment of our ancient karma.

The wanderer has finally found a home
In Carmel's majestic golden dome.