Tufted ethereality, angelism of stock and store
pedestrian...alas, circusy.
Helm of streets bob...our supplicant pulls out
a mile or two of scripture from an enormous
pocket.
Fingers ink-blotted with grime, bent forth striding--
a heedless Beethoven tuned in immaculately.
Array's arrival stunned with scurry...planets of
conveyance pull at their elliptical wiring.
Some rare gigantism to the tenth of powers has
touched everything...all he could do from
going where he's arrived is futile.
From time immemorial, he...at present, its full
possessor!
What convoluted theorem of probability will
forcibly eject him from eureka...from where he's
vaporized his wears...naught...naught!
Some precipice's nudge knew best the wind for
his thought to take to, a majestic soar pealing the
spheres to show them their shape.
Life has exemplified its frugal capacity to him--
simmering creation tucked away for one fine day.
He, to outlive the closing energy that dances him,
an immortal...to be handled with care...with
universal intelligence--be, has let him...loosed.
He's broken the code of things in and of themselves...
he's a thing in and of himself--the Unitative factor erupts.
As the credits of glory pull upward...so he as them.

Light of light disclosed...open and upended--arch
shone, there you under it...come to pass.
The filaments of earthly wears burn gently away...
there the last of them--upright and out of mind a
steady waking.
Body once upon a time explained away and folded.
Waves of euphoria gust weightlessness, the
cast of First and Last Things rattle their blinding
moorings.
Footsteps are kissed away, submit their mountain of
weight to the Halls of Posterity.
Beauty's freshest presses lay depth and proportion
upon the entrant at hand.
As a river  in continuous stride--profundity endows,
carries along the: I of being.
It is when it runs through the Elysian Fields pause
is taken.
Live lights kindle, break their pillared conscription...
as radiance knows no rigidity.
Light by All definition, giver and taker...everything
we swore was about to happen Has happened--
eternity is too large to recount.
This embrace awaits the body's duration, has storied
its exit timelessly...the Elysian Fields are our playground.

of late, in its impermanent

surround--this

ash-caked heart is being

bathed like a sparrow at

the base of a fountain.

as a Mother's water breaks...

this water's emanated.

Seated on a park bench...
a ravingly beautiful June
day, the body limp with
relaxation.
A breeze as embracing as
the body to itself...carries
the scent of a dead creature
at its tail end...somewhere
near.

Inborn debauchery...sea-swilled communion received...
hung over and over in discipleship.
All's nigh, charged airy pour to date A.D., to tire of
personhood.
Finding the soul's panoramic view insufferable.
Forward motion lugs gluttony--lethargic with figuring.
Hunger's recitative plea has completed the mind's
mockup.
There's twitch and hallucination amongst common
ground--upon which, what was exchanged?
Do tell and do tell...told by the lot cast, as yet to
settle.
Billions cry to sleep--to rise the hardwon face...gaming.
Their sheets serpentine folds retain shadows as light
reinstates its presumption upon them.
Our emergence we day into draws back the flesh as
needle's eye through...we, with such nobility
Kingdoms branch in a single act.

"Coming up on emptiness straight
ahead"...(you say to yourself)--
strange...the driver and driven
to point out emptiness.
Where does it begin, where does
it end?
Mind like a windshield illumined
by headlights...hellbent on
demystifying emptiness--plying
the road's will toward a name, and
a place.
Night...dark...emptiness behaving
as a metaphysical digestive system--
driver asking: "where to?"...
passenger answering: "straight ahead."
This could go on forever can't it?
Mind like a windshield illumined by
headlights...hellbent on demystifying
emptiness--plying the road's will
toward a name, and a place.
Note to Self: the driver, and the driven
are one.

As  the  seamless  transcriptions
of  atoms  are  read  through
the  ears...the  eyes  of  their
needles   *empty  silent  surf.

Encircling...I dare the Full--
pluck eyes from their nooks,
mind from its niche.
I, incumbent of all lines drawn
and crossed...wear the metaphoric
face of All Things.
My redundant farewell is a galactic
backlog....as memory asks: may I be
excused from these tables?
By light's celerity, light all the more...
One in One, and out of One in One--
foreknowledge to Knowledge.
Encircling...I dare the Full--emissary
to mine own circle, with news so
pressing I stumble into deaths cut to
new forms of life.
I waver my convalescence, discharge
myself from the throes of creation...
a gladdened prophecy...self-fulfilled.
Encircling...I dare the Full.

Bless this had
moment with
astonishment...
that it may gratefully
enclose holy.
Where from none
the more may
come.

As ever shall be, the endearment
of the unread...lain sleepless in astral catalepsy.
Fevered forever in seeing, as by the
absence of occupancy--the life of
light lives its pass through and
through.
Absorbed wholly, spoken for by a
silence too great to repeat...
yet tacitly repeating.

poring over

a face you can

not place, endears

the lover.

...Away...
the full-bodied overran spiritedly
its cup--
fetched in movements, musical.
Impress of eyes laved
by their transpiration...
as that daylong Star that
trembles the hills--
where from in plain you come.
Sole proponent of emergence,
enfleshed pathway...
inherit thy haunts.
Whereupon lightning forks
its thunder...as a
joyous weeping dances
the thirsting rose...
the heart of the matter,
thusly enfleshed pathways
meet.

i know these permutations

of death to be the profoundest

gift.

wakeful sleep on a yogic bed.

a roar in these ears enjoined to

the sound of shells.

there are no

wires that will

send shivers

across the right

Voices...

until.

a storm that registers

an uncharted magnitude...

ensures outage.

Envy:
comparative studies
of greener pastures.

Light enfolded--back sliding down
a wall of one's world.
In epiphanies of mourning.
Informed motions gone through.

the

silhouette

of

A

bonsai tree...

offers almost

no answer to

its form through

paper-thin panels.

~There will come
a moment when we
will step into a light
equivalent to all our
days~

branches above, sparrows

tumble the fruit of their ***--

struck by a tree bolted to

its lightning.

the ground softly conniving

at its feet.

below--Erinyes (The Furies)

serve garnished heads from

their laps.

to the moistened soils of spring

appetites abruptly sated.

with unshaking hands, laying them

across beds of waste.

to hunger back, one revolution

less so.

Eruptions of pigeons,

from the loose teeth of

buildings, hacking whirlwind

romances sharing the thought

of flight.

Leveling with streets shrinking

and enlarging life...outflanked

by urbane sowers.

Shifty to the seed in rootless

takes, spur of the moment,

sparring impressions.

The strength of strangers driving

home the impossible arbitrariness

of pass, and be passed.

The canker of count in loss--rage

to the wall that's hole, from where

they know one another not.

Up ahead, The Empire State Building

stands like a towering depersonalized

roll call.

memory has been committed

beyond forgetfulness--for the

love of recollection let go.

what love gathered to person

the place of a thing--remains.

though such verity cannot remain.

a world unto material changelessness.

look upon the moon's face--she's

the rock of disoriented memory.

water itself bends to her will...

because she truly watches Night.

dug into by the last motioning

impressions of Mind.

...At this evening nigh-tide, reptilian
brain bites back instinctively.
I am forgiven in all Houses...all postulations
bloat these blue veins.
Daguerreotype pictures cake their ashen
backdrop, that assures the comely smile
of cosmic forbearance.
As if these lips would dematerialize in search
of utterance.
Not for the entrained speakeasy of spotlit
here and now...but the energetic pulse tugged
at both ends of tongue.
The final straw struck back, to ingratiate the
greatest of pilgrimages.

now even skies flock

to this strength--

withdrawing their lines.

reams of land fallen

upon distance.

heel to toe--

on walk.

mindful.

waters curling

toes.

as it was along

side her bayed

pranam.

almost toppled

over from bliss

several times.

watching birds

fly over everchanging

water.

Imagine the sun as a being

that reached into its chest

and began frenetically tearing

off excess layers...till The Heart

was reached, and every beam

became an arm of giving.

as Rumi after

meeting Shams--

plunged in

The Ocean.

proffered pearls...

whirling dervish.

exalted and exalting~

an unplugged drill--

to the color of imagining,

machinated into a forehead

first.

then a crown--Pi & Aum

exchanging symbols.