Our path to understanding all started
At the Beginning
Of the End
Of the world.
The exodus of myriads,
The passing of magic moments
At the foot of muddy Rainbows.

Storm clouds quivering into action
Soothsayers saturated in visions of slop
Carrying memories of Shiva
Raining creation and mass destruction
Making thunder waves in
Muddy waters rolling
Rambling.

O, the Rambling,
Life is suffering
Glad to be here
Across these mountains
The end of time as we know it
At the burst of this new spring
Pouring water over foundation stones
Into a pool called Home. For today
Goddess washes out the path of least resistance
In liquid from her womb
But we hover together in a candle-light vigil,
Active nonviolence.
She washes out her muddy shoes
In "holy" water, the last to drink
But by morning Sun was shining,
Water gone away.

The Great Flood is a mirage
To purge fears of the End
To refill the empty bowl
To begin again
These ongoing goings on
In our tribes of wanderers
Our tribulations from wondering.