vendredi

~ CONTAINMENT



    My death
    Cannot change the fact
    That I had a life

    My life is a member
    Of a larger context
    And forms part of it

    The larger context
    Is the Universe
    Because my thoughts
    And emotions
    Are not extended
    In space and time
    Unless they travel
    To my outer world

    Therefore they have the same nature
    As the Universe as a whole
    And so my thoughts and emotions
    Are added to the Universe as a whole
    In the logical field of the Universe.



jeudi

~ SUNSET TAKE



    Clouds
    In the sky
    Shapeshifting topiary
    For the russet dusk
    Of human craving




mercredi

~ OUTAGE


    Every time a thought is born
    I am born
    When the thought is gone
    I am gone -
    No permanent entity in me
    But my thought.

    What I look for
    Does not exists:
    The beatific vision
    Of my radical transformation
    Is the bewitching state
    Of my conjured phrases.

    My natural state
    Is to escape
    The enchanted ground
    Of illusory senses
    And silently express
    My own true humanity.



mardi

~ FISSURING BEAM



    Light comes through a crack,
    And
    Dear God
    Since I am cracked
    Give me the Light!



lundi

~ CATHARSIS



... a swan song





    Empty the vessels of your wisdom

    And enter the gates of my soul


    Soothe the wrinkled hands

    Demanding unreachable ambrosia


    I am One with my Own

    And rest contented

    On the Divine Shoulder

    Crying the Love for All


    and



    I illuminate my spirit


    With Immensity













~ DRAGONFLY RIDDLE




DRAGONFLY RIDDLE


Inside the Pentagram

Of my dissolute thoughts

Hovers the word

Of universal
Amor


Outside the circle

Of my selfish wants

Thrives the root

Of Tetragrammaton




~ PINNACLE SHOCK



    The sound of rapture
    Invades the synapses
    Of the receptive being
    Whilst divine insight lashes
    Against the wounds
    Of a better knowledge
    And sweetness captivates
    The tremor of response.

    Yes, moisten your tongue
    Now!
    And lick the savour
    Of ominous beauty
    As silence touches
    Consciousness
    And nerves transmit
    The awesome sensation.



vendredi

~ LIGHT REFUSED



    Lamb staring
    Fixed
    In the snare
    As
    The cobra
    Strikes




~ CUTTING JEWELS



CUTTING JEWELS

If
It
Is
True
That
In
Every
Stone
Sleeps
A
Crystal
Then
In
My
Grey
Boulder
Slumbers
A
Sun




mercredi

~ LAST ORDERS



    I stand alone
    On the core
    Of the earth
    Transfixed
    By the lightning
    Of metaphysical planes

    And it’s suddenly night.

mardi

~ GOD'S THUNDER IN MY SOUL



    I annul
    All that is Me
    In order to become
    The All that is
    In God

    Everything I Am
    Is Nothing -
    Nothing I want to be
    Is in Everything

    God, listen!
    I Am That I Am
    Because
    You Are

    And I cannot comprehend...


lundi

~ EPHPHATHA!




    Splitting the Logos
    Into a million
    Concepts
    Engenders pain
    Through the semantics
    Of Life:

    Speak one Word
    And create
    The Universe.







Mark 7:34 (King James Version):
And looking up to heaven, he sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha, that is, 'Be opened'.

  • It is that sigh which astounds me...



  • dimanche

    ~ SANCTITY



      Holiness

      Is permeating

      The meanders

      Of my being:

      Uncontainable

      Love.

    ~ SEARCHING



      Mine is a recess that preserves cold heat
      A star of radiance that has no reflection
      Drifters seek it in bouts of anxiety
      Peaks of sensation hung with delight
      Who goes there cannot survive




    samedi

    ~ WOMB



      Spat out
      Like an angry foetus
      From the black uterus
      Of an indifferent Universe,

      I can feel the Answer
      Birthing
      As I return inside.




    vendredi

    ~ MY ECSTASY



      In a single utterance

      I lost all of my strength

      But in a composite thought

      I repossessed my soul


    ~ GUARDIAN




      Angel
      I glide
      With you
      On quivering veils
      Of interrupted stars,
      Their filaments
      cascading anguish.




    ~ COLLAPSING UNIVERSE



      I will write the poem of poems
      I will sing the song of songs
      I will dance the dance of dances
      I will play the sound of sounds
      But sounds are never half so fair
      As when whole music turns to pure air
      And the universe dies of excellence.

      Poem, song, dance and sound
      Fall from their heavenly towers.
      Joys walk no longer down the blue world's shore.
      All fear another wind, another thunder:
      Then one more voice
      Snuffs all I feel in one gust.

      And I go forth with no more wine and no more stars
      And no more poems and no more sounds
      And no perfumes and no senses:
      While God sings by himself in acres of night
      And walls fall down,
      And I am free.



    lundi

    ~ INTERROGATIVE



      Dying with nothing
      To lead the way
      But the terrene notion
      Of eternal life:
      The Question awaits
      More or less
      Suspended.




    dimanche

    ~ LE RÊVE DIVIN

    The Divine Dream


      Casting off
      The weight of space
      The mighty god
      Wraps his hunger
      For the whole earth
      In a shawl of flutters.

      Sings the sun
      In Hebrew
      And away I fly
      In my divine slumber.


    samedi

    ~ MY INCUBUS

    A vision I had



      I could not breathe
      the air of my nightmare,
      face this naked radiance
      unscathed.
      Here music turned to light,
      a tone so sweet
      that my Self, dulled by
      its familiar harp,
      mistook its sound for silence.

      Mounting to tiers of
      trembling flame,
      I found light. Light everywhere.
      Circles, wheels,
      light on light,
      a dance of invisibles.
      The flames pulsating, as if
      measuring the breath of heaven.
      At the last, I fell forward,
      caught in widening rings
      of implacable bright.



    ~ CREATURES



      Creatures perish
      in the darkened
      blind of quest,
      knowing intimations.

      Guessing and dreaming
      I pursue the real,
      my face turned toward the sky
      whispering secrets to the heavens.

      And while I remain
      with seeking creatures
      in every turn of time
      abiding in their condition
      every instant past
      I perceive their aching breath.



    vendredi

    ~ I.N.R.I. *




      I wish
      To reflect
      On the open vein
      In my wrists,
      They are not my doing
      But yours,
      The nails still there
      To prove it
      And the lance
      In my heart.

      Cry the women
      at my feet.
      If I am God
      Why the pain?





    * Initials for the Latin title Pontius Pilate had written over the head of Jesus Christ on the cross (John 19:19): "Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm" - The English translation is "Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews."












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