A Collection of Pan Poems and Paens from a Devotee
1970-82
Aion
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IO PAN
IO PAN
HOOVED ONE
HORNED ONE
ALL-ONE
MAN
ALL-NONE
BLACK-SUN
TERRIBLE ONE
PAN
PAN OI
PAN OI
IOI PAN
TO ME!
PURPOSEFUL AIMLESSNESS
To reverse
unnatural ORDER of things
to untangle the twisted knots
of
reversable inconsistents
one must...
Dance
illogically ssspin & sing
Those songs never uttered
never known
...irrational...
evoke those presences
never felt
to see the unknowable
realize the impossible
to find that which you
do not seek
That which you've always
had
in your hands
Love and merge with the fearful
chaos
of life....laughing
And in such pursuits
ever mark ye the print of
the hoof...
DANCING GROVE
A pleasure verging on pain
explodes about me
The bitter taste of ozone
The smell of fresh earth
Overpowering
The sense-numbing thunder;
Lightening flies from his
hooves
As they strike the mountains
He leaps into the sky
Rain flying from his shaggy
form
The intolerable brilliance
of his eyes
Blinds me
Black suns amidst a forest
of hair
Horns thrust into whirling
galaxies
His laughter awakes
At every beat of my heart
His lust is my god
Io Pan.
MT. OLYMPUS (Wa.)
Snow-covered visage
imponderable
Glacier tongued, blood fed
land-mass army about your
feet
Frozen in place by aeons
Waiting
The volcanic caress
Of tidal-plates unceasing
Upon the jagged crown
The Gods laugh
Lightening plays through
clouds
That clothe the form untouched
How far from Arcady
Do pan-pipes play
and drums salute
The dying day?
ALEMBIC NATURALIS
See
Snow transform into
Rain transform into
Rivers transform into
Silt transform into
Marsh transform into
Fields transform into
Forest transform into
Mountains transform into
Clouds transform into
Snow
See
The dance of peacock colors
Upon the blinding white light
Distilled
Through a snowflake
AMONGST THE MOUNTAINS
In the silence of the storm
Lies the chillness of the
warm
In the alabaster chalice
of the hills
In the lakes of glacial ice
Sleep all legends buried
thrice
And the trees caress forever
with their rills
The hawk on wings of snow
Seeks to find the flame below
In empyreab that's misty
and alone
I abide in blanket white
As I play in star-filled
night
Amongst the teeth of Gods,
upon my throne
PAN-URGE
White caressing shadow-trees
Fading to pinacled sky
Dancing mountains whirl
Grey is whipped with the
white
To cover the green...
The wheels turn as eyes burn
Across the endless sea of
sand
The Horns appear
Snow covered, tree furred
Piercing the grey
Unleashing sperm-snow...
I stand blasted and forlorn
Blanketed and forgotten
I am the eldest wellspring
And the youngest seed
I am Zygote ecstasy
And pleasure-pain of searing
light
My branches encompass the
stars
My roots the tunnels of Hell
Serpent Seed am I
Encircling, piercing, rejoicing
In the Orphic Egg
Of She who is All Night
Absence of light
And harbringer of void
In me find shelter from emptiness
and enuii
Through me find dissolution
of Law
And of restriction
Before me find the Dawn
Behind me the Dusk
I am colder than Ice, hotter
than Magma
I am invisable to the Fool
The hidden object of worship
What is lost to me? What
is forgotten?
All but I forget the origin
and the ending
I may not
For I am the union between
them both
There is Nothing
It plays
That is All.
One journys from here to
there
Going nowhere
One collects and hoards
Only to lose all
I am the joy that releases
I am the stars between the
horns of Deth
That lights the quicksilver
path
Between the Towers of onyx
and alabaster
I invoke
The Mountain, the Forest
And all Wild PlaceI call
forth
Plague, Fire, Storms and
Floods
Creation, destruction
God; Demon
I am binary being singular
I am dead and upon dualism
I am All, One and None
All stands before me
I vibrate the solitary ecstasy
Behind me lies utter dissolution
Let it be-
All is, was and will be...So
it IS
I am green, I am gold
I am white within the darkness
I am green to the growing,
gold to the holy
White in the darkness to
the aware
I am red, I am black, I am
beyond purple
I am red to the warlike,
black to the dead
Purple to the silent Ones
Beyond the Threshold
I am colorless, flavorless
and beyond all sense
My Word
Is the howl of the Beast...
IO EVOE!
Mating in moonshadow
By the silent silver tree
Satyrs gather in the nectar
With the silence of the sea
Stars flow endless
Silver river
Suns burst open in an eye
Flame births spheres
Ever turning
In the fullness of the cry;
IO PAN...BABALON
You eternal birth as one
The totality of essence
As the liquid rainbows run
Into pools
Of Gold Alkhemy
In the forest Red & White
Dissolution glowing
Within
Amidst
The Light
IS PAN DEAD?
Is Pan dead
As a dog lying
At master Time's feet?
Can any restless longing
Of water's cool breaking
Be as sweet?
As apples ripen
Earth awakens to the thrill
Of each step taken
Known silently as sunlight
Reborn screaming in the kill
On piping wings arisen
Through time's sweet symphony
As colors flashing through
a prism
Raging in the storm
Thrill's obliterated ecstasy
Is joy resting in the form
PAN DREAM #1
I awake
in the forest
At dawn
I am the Earth; alive
It feeds me
My horns
My hooves
My hair
I am.
The Lady laughs
Flinging her hair
Running through the forest
I follow
Forever...
PAN DREAM #2
I am the Power
It flows through me
Magick works through me
I have Pan
I ignote Pan
Amongst All
The tribes, cities, worlds
Out
Into the galaxy
The Power of Pan
The giving of terror
The initiate runs
Pan is his FEAR
Manifestation! Panic!
Peace.
There, past FEAR
Is the Power of Pan
PAN DREAM #3
The God is coming!
(terrible noise)
Scream! Cry! Cower!
The God is here!
My body erupts
Filling me...pushing...
Up...up...OUT
All fear
The Atavism of Pan
I become Not
And awake...
Aion
Lion-headed birth of double-star
Flame concieved spermeggnova
Alight upon the ocean-born
pearl
Seed sparkle
Time and Space
Contract into a pinwheel
Of pure Light
That whis IS is NOT
That which WAS is ASHES
The DANCE is ALL
ALL is ONE
Light-birth to Death-dark
The inner-most sense consumed
Tongue, touch, mind and matter
Night of Pan embrace me
N.O.X.
Through the spectrum lies
the City
Upon the edge of night
Sits the percieving
No longer 'this' or being
Not existing, nothing becoming
No Thing
In the simplicity of Self-Negation
A shadow filled with stars
Pyramid of black flame
Sands of one million dead
worlds
Time is nothing, space is
nothing
Nothing IS Not-nothing
Percieving, Understanding,
dancing
There are no hymns, songs,
prayers
Thoughts, ideals, concepts
Nothing spoken to/from/for
'IT'
How beautifully blooms neither-neither
What does 'I'? 'ME'? Not
if there's no THAT.
For there is no IT/ME/THAT
I am I; NOT, being no-thing.