Opening Onto The World

Coming on… coming on…coming on...

Arising… arising… arising...

A sky and an horizon

Reprising the dawn,

Hurled on the speeding winds

Cast far from out of the arms

Of The Ten Ages,

Emerging through the spectacle of cloud chase...

Coming on… arising...

The Heavens barreling open

In Ten Directions:

Gateways of hidden purpose,

Arches of silent creation,

Terraces of necessity,

Marble halls of clouds of endless possibility

Precipitating into sublunary forms,

Overrun by wheeling spokes of light

Repeating the sun, echoing the stars

Speaking the music of the  eye

Through the opening onto the world

A door, a path, a wheel

Of streaking clouds, whiteness of shapes

Striking beyond the horizon

Racing like the galloping of eyes in dream

Stretching toward the goal

Unknown through a blur of clouds,

Pressing on through their purpose

Like a hundred horses foaming in the sky

Before the vision riding Roman upon the lapse of time

Coming on… arising...

Taking my mind on a chariot ride -

Constellating into the space between

Two sleeplessly dreaming stars at dawn

Forever meditating

Into the mirrory space

Between two galloping thoughts,

Conjoining them like a wheel to its path

Renewing its place in an endless beginning

Coming on… arising...

Sky, City, Man

This fatal ensemble

Of the Ten Ages.

Great buildings and a terrifying consciousness

Hath man built

O, Lady Descending

Unveiled one

Your body this City of millenniums,

This City of the Ages

And a million cities

Blending into the Sky

Confining me within your arms

Within your building, lifting music

Dreaming this opening onto the world

City of Reverie, City of Exile, City of Escape

Detours of nuances, endless entrances

Expanding within

Into endless exits

City of all beginning

City of all ending

City of all cities

Unmoving City

At the center of the World

In the center of the Eye

O, lady descending

Into the opening onto the world

Bringing me nakedly beside you

Into the one complete thing in this world:

The power of change

That endlessly transforms me

Within your arms, O lady

Confining me within

A million skies and horizons,

In a sky from another time

In a city from another time, past and future colliding

In all the buildings that populate the world or ever have.

For I am building of flesh and blood,

Every man and woman a building

Building into the stars.

Each an utterance of their own prophesy.

Buildings standing forth beneath the speeding winds

Of Ten Ages, their arms forever unfolding

Inside the blood of the sky, the city, Man

Coming on… coming on

Arising… arising…

The flurrying streaks of clouds

Like whorls of alchemical mercury

Carrying the scintillating fire of the universe in vases of clouds,

In a cream of gold and silver skies

Overflowing with the electrum of thought,

The seminal essence of every object

Winds and thoughts

Whispering through themselves

The Wisdom beyond wisdom

A quintessence of alchemical voices

Deeply intoning

The Arcanum of the Ages

Spilling like a sea-purpled veil

Before my eyes

Waterfalling in a pool of violet stardust

Of which all bodies are made

Of the Wheel within wheels

Of worlds within worlds

Harvest of thought

The lustrous husks of  the ancient clouds of this morning

Invisibly winnowing the grains of thoughts

Milling on the wheel stone

Of All Intelligence the flour of mind,

Kernels of thought ground

And admixed with the leaven of lightning,

This churning alchemy

Of all that Thus Comes

From out of the spiral of supreme thought and light

To be this opening onto the world of endless possibility