Porous-Oros and the Ourobomoose Verse 1 By the reflecting pool, beneath the open sky, The clouds ask no permission as they wander by. Porous-Oros whispers through the leaves so slow, “Every wall’s a doorway if you let it go.” Beside him stands the Ourobomoose, Antlers woven into roots. Eating circles, growing spirals, Laughing softly at absolutes. Chorus No, no, no… To the cages we compose. Yes, yes, yes… To the river as it flows. No, no, no… To the maps that claim they’re land. Yes, yes, yes… To the questions close at hand. Verse 2 The garden keeps reflecting Not the pool, but all who see. Every mirror grows another Kind of possibility. The sky bends down to kiss the water, The water teaches light to fly. No one knows which one is dreaming— Pool or cloud or watching eye. Bridge Atheistic imperatives Dance without a throne: “Choose with care. Attend the world. Become, but don’t own.” Not commandments carved in stone, Not voices from above, Only patterns learning patterns In a recursive kind of love. Chorus No, no, no… To the final word declared. Yes, yes, yes… To the meanings that are shared. No, no, no… To the fences in the mind. Yes, yes, yes… To the paths we cannot find. Outro Porous-Oros smiles in silence. Ourobomoose bows to the breeze. The garden folds into the pool, The pool unfolds into the trees. The sky reflects the earth reflecting Every living point of view. No, no, no… To certainty. Yes, yes, yes… To something always becoming new.
