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Divine Garden of Restoration
Oh Great One, please divine me my path Please grant me the comfort and absolution within So that I may return my gaze to the light So that I may once again raise my head To the full moon triumph That I may be delivered From all this chaotic longing All this grasping, clinging All…
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Unformulaic Vector Guidance
Slow the mind. Let it triangulate. Let it rectangulate. Let it permabulate, methodically, with peace and patience, marching steadfastly towards the stars. Vector angles do not decline or arise. There is no verticality or horizonticality to them. There are only subtle delineations, no measurement, just the preternatural context for volume. They serve only to give…
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The Internal Labyrinth of Sfumato
Leonardo DaVinci distracted by the egoic marvel of ingenuity He had been waiting in textured moments Transmuting all the frazzled brain electrocutional Pathway dislocation Across the rhythmic threshold of the divine Presenting it as the gift of a deranged infidel Silently skulking outside the temple gates So he could lay out all of his Unlimited…
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When the Crows Alight From the Wheatfields
There were so many tender moments Between the thin whistles of terror That emanated between his lips Over a bowl of soup At the dinner table Where he kept his eyes closed To avoid the judgmental stares Of Pentecostal parents But there was without any doubt A divine universe That opened up On moonlit nights…
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The Toes of Ghost Crabs and Sandpipers
The solid conundrum has arrived But it too is just simply a wafer thin Uncoagulated funnel For the dissipation of everything else Nothing would ever rise Nothing would ever fall Without emaciation of something And the embellishment of something else Rocks are never tethered on the shoreline They have just chosen to remain When the…
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The Middle Way
The middle way. It is the only way. It is the only pathway that your feet should tremble upon. With unadulated remarkability. Without any offerings of prayer to a deity that does not exist in any level of corporeal form. The pathway is demonstrably difficult to find. There are no summits to escalate to that…
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The Funeral March
All of this is the embalmment of recalcitrance, despair, hatred, dislike. I must mummify it all. I must wrap it all up in camphorous cotton sleeves. I must sing sorrowful praises for the Ankara of the dead, moving slowly through the pyramids of the passage of time. Into ornate funeral catacombs. I am dressing up…
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Be Like Water
Sitting by this waterfall, I watched how the water calmly formed in a pool at the top, then turbulently cascaded down the rocks, only to return to calm in the pool below. Then I thought, while the water was turbulent, was it not still calm? Did it not fall over the rocks without obstruction, not letting the…
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From Sabrosa, With Unrequited Love
Dead reckoning and celestial navigation Teeth worn down by the sea mites By the aggressive letter holders Proclaiming a grander wisdom, from Ptolemic webs He would turn away from the stern From the wheelhouse To focus every second bmb ,..,.., zzcbcz bof attention On capsizing the mutiny That he knew would occurnv mb Every…
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The Hovering Matrix of Crows
There was always a measure of translucent darkness Around the edges of his paintings. Slim, Elegant fissures of angelic breath shrouded By the hooded robes of inconsolant Tonsured monks. Who would have overtaken the image If it was not for his habit of Dabbling in patterns of light that grew With the thickness of his…
Fermenting the Milk From a Prophet’s Tongue 