Xochipilli’s Mask

Morning glory sacred smoke
Open the Sun inhale or choke
But never forget the way you woke
Peeling back the serpent’s cloak

Ally of poets
And the brave in battle
Summoned by chants and dance
And entheogenic rattles
Panoramas of primal images
Collecting souls along astral bridges

What you’d never seek
That’s what you’ll find
The root of the fruit
Of the unfiltered divine
Wrestle with warrior tasks
And questions you tremble to ask
Be in the dance
When you fall to the trance
You gave it all
For your chance to glance
At the visions behind Xochipilli’s mask

They trek half the globe
To try the extreme dream
Climb jungle cliffs
And swim upstream
Leap psychic rifts
And reset the brain
A world of pain
For the shallow and vain

Some things can only be grasped
When the flower child has been unmasked

Mount pyramid steps
The warrior’s way
Source of sorcery
Shadows at play

Some things can only be grasped
When the flower child has been unmasked

Teonanácatl

Flesh of the Fifth
Excessive god
Eyes rolling back
Eternally awed

Some things can only be grasped
When the flower child has been unmasked

What you’d never seek
That’s what you’ll find
The root of the fruit
Of the unfiltered divine
Wrestle with warrior tasks
And questions you tremble to ask
Be in the dance
When you fall to the trance
You gave it all
For your chance to glance
At the visions behind Xochipilli’s mask

Quetzalcoatl

Step lightly
Upon the serpent’s tongue
Heavy feet are likely stung
Ladders latticed
With invisible rungs
On which the heads
Of pretenders are hung

Nahautl

Languages lost
Cultures cost
Meet the new boss
Bearing a cross

Some things can only be grasped
When the flower child has been unmasked

Effigy unearthed
Inestimable worth
Totem of mirth
Calendar rebirth

Some things can only be grasped
When the flower child has been unmasked

What you’d never seek
That’s what you’ll find
The root of the fruit
Of the unfiltered divine
Wrestle with warrior tasks
And questions you tremble to ask
Be in the dance
When you fall to the trance
You gave it all
For your chance to glance
At the visions behind Xochipilli’s mask

Some things can only be grasped
When the flower child has been unmasked