celebrating

Also read the following paean to The Great Mother:
Hymn For Her On Finding The Rabbit’s Horn or
Is Your Uvula The Mythic Jackalope? 25
O Ma, first-manifest from the Unborn,
Your thirsting children, lost in forgetfulness,
Roam the desert caverns of mirror worlds
In search of dimly remembered infant bliss
Obscured ‘neath moldering piles of sacred texts.
Nuzzling your flank, they cannot find the source,
Or recognize your sacred musky scent.
Great Isis (“Eesees”), Mother, Ray Cow, Vak!
O Aditi, Kosmos-creator, guide them
With your radiance to your effervescent
Breast’s love-nectar, filling empty hearts.
With infinite compassion, you placed
Your nipple permanently behind their tongues,
But no one seizes it except in dreams.
The rabbit’s horn that Patriarch Wean Ing 26 scorns
Exists! Nurse on your uvula, oh waifs!
Weaning yourselves no more, awake!
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More than you want to know about horned rabbits at
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackalope
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“To seek enlightenment by separating from this world
Is as absurd as to search for a rabbit’s horn.”
Hui Neng, (Wean Ing) The Last Zen Patriarch
The Platform Sutra
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