The planets sing strophe and antistrophe
Like a tragic chorus
Inside the
amphitheater of the stars
Where the Muses and Graces
Consort and cavort with Eris
And all the alarming children she bore.
A circle of storm clouds of electro-magnetic rain
Gather apocalyptically along the edges of Mind,
Gather apocalyptically along the edges of Mind,
Registering
every thought
Impressed upon them
By cosmic Logos
As the Moon
In radiant choreography
Executes the map and schema of her dance,
Spinning in the sky
A design of steps
Emblazoned upon the floor of Earth,
Her nightly performance
Costumed by the swirl of lunar clouds
Drenched with sweat of cosmic pain and strife,
A human audience below
Arduously mirroring her steps up a silver
stairwell
Into the suffering and liberation of days to come
And the archetypal trope and image
Of the nightingale
In every poem that ever sang of the bird
Warbles clear
in the vanishing moment,
Writing and unwriting themselves
And this feathered one
Of love's secrets and mystery..
And the silent
instruction of the moon
Constantly addressing us
Constantly addressing us
In ghostly transmissions
Which only our subconscious fathoms
Which only our subconscious fathoms
Directs our hearing
To the dialogues of
stars,
To the symphonies
of planets
In the universal current of sound
As we roam in the supremely profound state
Inherent in matter
As it is
Along the sapphire streams
That branch and tumult through the heavens
Fine-tuned tonalities
Of painful bliss and wretched accord
Beyond all
comprehension flow,
A confusion of so many pathways
Converging within a spiral
Of sound compressed inside a seashell.
There is no
way out, there is only going within
For us who are
broken pieces of an enigma
In search of our source,
In search of our source,
Lost in the murmuring echo of our life
There is for us
There is for us
A music dressed
in the One Breath
That we hear without hearing
Within the opening that surrounds us.
The Logos that informs
All those
burning words
That we have ever put forth
To render and construct our life
To render and construct our life
And stand on
the sharp nail point of
I Am
And build.
This unceasing state
of probation
In which our fledgling
skill as co-creators
Is placed on
trial
To undergo the throes of defeat
And scratch for a rare, limited victory
Upon the Earth
To follow with hammer and nails
The One Thought in its expedition
To the edge
Of Multiversal reality
A two word
matrix going forward of
I Am, It is
Moment
after moment.
My most beloved
Does orchestrate the symphonies for
Electric hierarchies
of harping angels
Who from the Beginning
Erected heavenly palaces and castles
From the architectonics of music,
The vibrant electro-magnetic resonance
Of primordial dawn.
A Perpetual
victory.
The superconscious singing in pre-verbal harmony,
The superconscious singing in pre-verbal harmony,
That force
of sympathy that has carried us
Along this narrow pass across the abyss of exile.
From the Kingdom to the Crown
The openness of Creation constantly breathing
Its plenary space
Supernaturally shimmering everywhere
As the lost
chord played by seraphim
Thrums the air with the invisible Flames
That surround us.
Our minds dazzled by things of a greater nature
That undistort our genius
That undistort our genius
While the
seraphim conduct
The
choir of dominions and angels
Who sing and play on golden harps
Somewhere in
this universe, I believe.
Or maybe not.
Perhaps
there are no hierarchies whom rhapsodize the heavens, but
Perhaps
there are.
The air we breathe is
constantly breathing for us.
This breath is the music of the universe that engulfs us.
In the
immediate present
Is the culmination of
a stream of Events
Barreling out of the past
Linked to a pre-existent future
That branches wildly
In a whole
series of unfolding results
Continuous with their causes
Ad infinitum
Ad infinitum
The central
point of the first unity
The whirling
forth of the self-expression of the Primal Will,
The ever-turning of the wheel
of manifestation
Perpetual
motion, the triple ternary from the atom to the planet,
Spherical motion
Spherical motion
The solution
for the quadrature of the circle
Exists with God
For Whom nothing is impossible
The perceived forms of the eternal world
Are those which are constantly perceived in this one,
It is here the angels depart compassionately to the foreground,
Bidding us
to come toward them without assistance,
Leaving us
to place our lives in the balance
And stand in poise amidst the gravity of the universe,
To equilibrate Being, Becoming, and Nothingness
At the fulcrum of all possible worlds
To find the best,
And to plead with dignity for mercy and success
And move forward and onward
And move forward and onward
With our first baby steps each moment
Into the Unknown echoing
Into the Unknowable
Forever roaming in the supremely profound state
Inherent in matter
As it is.
As it is.
