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The Penumbra of Sound
The penumbra of soundMatriculating in wavesThroughout the diaspora of the soul Distant corpuscle armsMeandering and weaving in circular oscillationsAround the body, around the mindAround the soul Forever once this was a dispatchNow it is perpetual graceNo more lingering or longingNo more pretending to be what we are not now Collected into and gatheredBy rapturous rhythm…
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The Gallic Expansion of the Druidic Mind
Tearing too many teeth away From the gears of fossil bones in the peat moss They are more caustically meandering, getting away The diaspora of the arising to greatness Within the elliptical web of the stars Under the panoply of universal Caesar compass parameters They march through the valleys And over the Alps…
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The Full Moon Cross Benediction
Today was the day My father has passed away Today was the day that he has Ever just gone away. Never to return He could have gone to where all of us Could hover forever in indifference Imprisoned back into the bath The bath of almighty wrath He could have boarded the train of desperation…
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The Full Moon Incident: Plucking the Strings of Cheese
Necromancer dancingTo the divine rhythm of the tribute to the soulVillage placards surroundingDesignating to the placeWhere all of the vagrant minds will settleAnd find their way back to the volitionOf collective enduranceScreaming for the wildernessIn plucked tonesOf holistic restlessnessCircumnavigation of the transmigrationOf the soul This is how we dance in circlesThis is how we let…
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Sleeping lions in the deathbed of the Buddha.
Surrounded by the material world on all sides, on all fronts. And illusion of everything that is all just the blanket of nothingness. Samsara is a cavern of darkness. Immolation for the soul. It has always been. It will always be. Even where the Buddha once roamed the valleys, forests and highlands, there is very…
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The Bodhi Tree in the Eye of the Hurricane
Inundated by the flood of chaos, we have been overwhelmed once again. The Buddha was here on his night of enlightenment. Attacked by Mara and Mara’s waves of soldier assassins. Coming at him over the hedges of the battlefield. Stonewall angular matrixes overcome with the aggression of inebriated Viking warlords. A tunnel, a funnel of…
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October Moon
The full moon has arisen There is joy within the heart There is peace within the soul There is no anxiety or derision within or without There only is. There is no was. There is no can be. There is only the here and now There is only the focus of the soul Limitless moments…
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Capitulation
Where else was there a benediction? Where else was there a walking away? Where else was there a place to find and recognize That this is the moment when everything Closes down, desaturates itself, stands lifeless And forgets to pull the petals off the flowers And let them benignly flutter to the ground Where they…
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And This Is For When We Feel….
The rainbows are fluttering On the edge of the consciousness Evaporated water to open up upon you And bring no more rain The descending of the perpendicular Cross to the ground Timber to the root Your escalator to the stars To the place above To the eternal fertility That would arise within With…
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Newton’s Hermeticism
“Mysticism is the attempt to get rid of mystery.” — Roger Fry As Isaac Newton aged, after his fundamental discoveries breached the borders of the human mind, he grew wary of exposing God to the dislocations of science and chose to disembark from his interrogation as truth seeker into a materialistic dictator of the Royal…
Fermenting the Milk From a Prophet’s Tongue 