Charlie Parker (In Loving Memory Of Sal Paradise & Dean Moriarty) Poem by Shijin Taigu

'Be not afraid of your madness
But understand it and use it wisely,
O' fortunate child of Buddha-Nature'.(Preface)

It's a holy thing to know how to
live your life without fear,
to know TIME,
to abide in it's grace

TIME stands still for those
who know how to use it—
this is where magic happens
(Despite what Disney tells you) .

Charlie Parker sure knew how to use it.
Betwixt and between 'be' and 'bop',
he'd preform his magic on our 'angel-headed hipsters'
in smokey Chicago nightclubs—
holy horn as his sceptre.


He'd transform their skulls into
golden, thousand-petaled lotus crowns,
their bodies into pristine translucent
crystal

Their hearts pulsating electric streams
of primordial energy
illuminating their crystalline skeletons
brighter than a thousand suns

He'd unveil their eyes revealing
a mandala of moment-less TIME,
bestowing them with him in eternity
to dance the holy dance—

Charlie Parker, the holy magician that he was.
He'd compose his madness in TIME
And transcend the clock, dissolving the
two notions of before and after—
holy horn as his sceptre.