by Karl Kempton
form
from
a
condensed
sound
droplet
descendent
from
creation’s
willed
word
placenta
of
holy
name
buried under the umbrella
of the gnosis tree
in the near at hand land
far away in our lost identity
we hold in one hand
the manifestation
the other
the unmanifested
thus
both
&
not
both
&
not
not
both
in
an
unraveling
of
pre
tz
eled
m((in))d
puzzles
point
of
meaning
unmeaning
neither
either
neither
meaning
explodes
in
mind’s
implosion
endless
light
how
to
draw
in
the
sky
how
to
draw
in
the
emptiness
full
of
the
one’s
hymn
ings
born
of
om
!
kun!
كن
amen
אָמֵן
/
ամեն
s/he
shakti shiva
mother father
prakriti purusha
their love child the universe
afloat in the limits of infinity
either
wakes
all
disappear
while in embrace both available
in kicked up dust
& the scurrying lizard feet
kicking up dust in the garden
prakriti purusha
mother father
shakti shiva
s/he
however not tasted
nor eared from truth tasters
what worth words spilled
by clergy philosophers or poets
other than unknowingly(?)
as ambassadors of maya
feed the mirage
as an imager
as if the alpha peacock
eating tossed seeds in our yard
sees true with
thousand tail feathered eyes
given
the wrong name
at
birth
we remain lost
in mistaken identity
no wonder we wander
in wonder of who we are
part of the one
there is no void
if attributes
paying tribute
to matter’s solid illusion
maya’s sticky backhanded gift of duality
my aa
merge
aa
rotate
sideways
alif
silhouette
of
one
the slip
of
light
to
slip
through
fall
by
flight
fly
by
falling
onto the ineffable hand cushioned landing
the
sound
its
clap/
ping
an
om
!
kun!
كن
amen
אָמֵן
/
ամեն
echo
ringing
in
itself
a s/he
sciences a mantra hum
sailing a selected rung
luminous
essence
echo
hummed by an impoverished ego
as all sadgurus before have
paused for a taste of fruit
readied at the gnosis tree
to harvest for strength
by humble hand for union
with
a
sound
drop
born
form
from
!
كن
אָמֵן
/
ամեն
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