Songs that Flow From Masters Past

Ten thousand songs, a million thoughts, cram my brain in endless lots.
What does it mean? I do not know. Is it from me or the endless flow?
It is continuity of masters long past. Their thoughts condensed in an endless mass.
It is a place within to reach and strive. Above the heads of our mindless lives.
If we get still we all can hear, their thoughts and truths that calm the fears.
Into the light I go and wait, for the masters to come and open the gates.
The gates of peace, the gates of bliss. The silence that I continue to miss.
But in those moments of sleep and dreams, it seems all clear and perfectly seamed.
Yet when I wake up the density returns. I must now move to open and learn.
I am ready of open but the path is confused. It is the essence of Tantra to bemuse.
With humor and grace I attempt to flow. Regardless of the eddies that want to pull me below.
Within the light the truth exists. Yet I am here and there is nothing amiss.
Patience is a virtue but its time is long past. I want to remember and feel my mind grasp.
To hold the knowledge clearly again. Complete and whole beneath my skin.
Geninma talks to Lyra in my sleep. They talk in riddles endlessly.
In the quiet mountains of the pure sky, they stand so firm with hearts that fly.
In the vastness of infinity they unite the skill, of wisdom that heals like a magical pill.
Liberation is not reached by taking the wrong path. With minds endless distractions there is no good in that.
The human mind mimics a parrot’s squawk, but enlightenment requires one to suppress those thoughts.
Into the master above I trust. I feel their clarity and know their love.