It is is a rough draft, as it contains many missing sections or phrasings
and entire passages that are in need of revision.
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A Tale Of Neshua And Myrian, Book II
At those moments words yet form *
And Heart alone feels..
She would continue to share in the heart-sung Place
Once a God's most beloved;
Now an Itinerant without her twin-soul
Seeking the heart of all sought yet Inarticulate desire
In this Darkened chrysalis of time
...And in the Silent Cries that haunt the soul
* Alt. In the arabesque of lost or hidden forgotten shores
*Alt. line 1; - and pausing betwixt and between the threshold of the Spoken
*Alt. or the timeless yearning for a new dawn yet to be born.
*Alt. But at those moments which precede all words.
And there suddenly dancing upon the faintest glow*
Dancing upon the syllables of New-Found Speech...
Rhythmically mounting and chanting in bodiless breadth
The Tale of her forgotten Soul!
.
And there suddenly dancing in syllables unspoken
In the tenebrous sea of crowded amber and indigo shores
In the limned skies of an opalescent dawn
The whispering of tales instantly recalled or reborn.
*Alt. The recalled time fallen memories and musings of her heart
*Alt. The huge chasm of her lyric heart
All planes of the Spoken-and-Unspoken
Now turned to dust upon the flex that does dance and float
And then he was born:
The Earth's memory quaked in thunderous sound
-- The Joy of its Creator Soul!
A little boy of Innocent delight peered out with eyes
Too big for Heaven -- Too small for time
But so Sung from the fabric of all In-Between
A Divine and Naked Truth!
(And there in the luminescent haze and furthest distance and purview of time)
...Wonders of eternity's dreams began to flow from the streams of Timeless reflection!
...And wonders of eternity's dreams slipped into a new dawn of time's reflection!
And wonders of eternity's dreams began to form hitherto in the twilight mist
..Along the banks and shores of some lost reverie or Inner reflection!
(...And wonders of eternity's dreams began to form in the twilight mist*Along the banks and dunes of her wandered shores of Inner reflection!)
Along the banks and shores of some secret or lost reverie)
Alt. Of the most entranced* of gods
Alt. And wonders of eternity's dreams began marching in time's reflection
Alt ...And wonders of eternity's dreams began to breathe, to pause, in time's reflection...
Alt. (Along these banks and shores of her Playful and Inner reflection
The calls of an Unknown and yearning heart*
Each Dawn a radiant spectacle
Of Ageless Voices cast in Vibrant Gold
Where Morning flowers rejoiced and the heart sang anew
From the Anciently woven Eyes of unfettered Vision.
Summoning from the Soul of his deathless adventures, he came anew
In the thrilled Air of a Timeless Joy;
And whirling in his sleep-through the Emerald Green
He flew out of the Mind of the All,
While delighting in the Eyes of a Child.
Thrilling in the roar of the Deathless Chant,
Playing in time the saga of timeless pursuit
And paving enchanted roads of Jeweled-laid Ecstasies
...Where the Silent few would follow.
A poor exchange from his new-wonderland
By rise of flight or fancy he once roamed
From the ethereal or dream-hued air*
To the sanctity of his new budding dawn.
Now razed of either beauty or Imagination's subtle thrills!*
- Which once mused between and bridged the pauses of higher-illumined
A Tale Of Neshua And Myrian, Book II
Sometimes present..Sometimes not
As the years unfolded the Child would continue to wander among
The half-illumined fields in search of the faery-inspired one
Among the evanescent embers of faded or flickering Light
In the lost maze of paths glimpsed then lost
In the lonely and destitute home of a longing heart
In the lost maze of paths glimpsed then lost
In the lonely and destitute home of a longing heart
In the Wind-swept rains upon the hillocks that reveal their Delights to the morning Sun
..That move her to aesthetic pause or tears of despair
In the alley-ways or back-room chambers of Terror..
The House of a strange and painful dichotomy!
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At those moments words yet form *
And Heart alone feels..
Vanished or infolded upon centuries
In the paths of Invisible Light,
And across the vast sylvan or indigo fields
In the paths of Invisible Light,
And across the vast sylvan or indigo fields
In untrodden steppes or expanses of each new dawn.
She would continue to share in the heart-sung Place
The stories of her Soul with The Timeless One --
Organizing her impeccable beauty and sovereignty* of her Soul,*
Organizing her impeccable beauty and sovereignty* of her Soul,*
In melodies of Unknown Songs passed the puerile and inchoate ears
...Across the opaque and hostile waters of an oppressed and sordid mass*
...Across the opaque and hostile waters of an oppressed and sordid mass*
Once a God's most beloved;
Now an Itinerant without her twin-soul
Seeking the heart of all sought yet Inarticulate desire
In this Darkened chrysalis of time
In the unseen streams of lost or forgotten shores*
In the arabesque of infinitesimal and tortured memories
...And in the Silent Cries that haunt the soul
With their tears unshed
Or lost to time!*
Or lost to time!*
* Alt. In the arabesque of lost or hidden forgotten shores
*Alt. line 1; - and pausing betwixt and between the threshold of the Spoken
*Alt. or the timeless yearning for a new dawn yet to be born.
*Alt. But at those moments which precede all words.
*Alt. Oppressive and gathered mass
*Alt. fortitude
*Alt. fortitude
*Alt. Or upon forgotten rural shore In this "dark and backward abysm of time"
*Alt. fractured. Alt. 2. tortuous, tortured
*Alt. In the unseen stream of lost and forgotten rural shores
In the arabesque of infinitesimal and fractured memories.(In the carapace..)
...Which (That) haunt the years with their tears unshed or lost to time!
*Alt. ...in the Cries that haunt the soul with their tears unshed or lost to time!
*Alt. ...in the Cries that haunt the soul with their tears unshed or lost to time!
*(In a momentary rendezvous..from the equanimous eye of the Collective Whole!)
Alt. Now an Itinerant painfully moving to and fro amongst fatuous faces and stares
*And in the untrooden steppes through the fields of dream
Alt. Now an Itinerant painfully moving to and fro amongst fatuous faces and stares
*And in the untrooden steppes through the fields of dream
Across the vast sylvan or indigo expanses
And in the untrodden steppes in the fields of each new dawn.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Yet as the days moved on
She would continue to heights others dared not approach
She would continue to heights others dared not approach
As they slept safely ensconced within their refracted or evanescent light
Of dead and buried dreams:*
The Womb of Inner would continue to grow with an unborn Soul
Larger than time.
As all Gods enter by a dream,
The Child entering time left a portion of herself behind,
But reaching across Infinity found a reflection of her own Soul smile*
..All Heaven's Dreams continued deepening
As all Gods enter by a dream,
The Child entering time left a portion of herself behind,
But reaching across Infinity found a reflection of her own Soul smile*
..All Heaven's Dreams continued deepening
Its Heart-Sung-Fancy for her Imaginary playmate
Outside these deafened ears and buried ruins of time.*
*Alt, insert: And through a Twin-light, So grew her Waking Soul!
*Alt. Outside this opaque drivel and circus of time!*
*Alt. Outside this dark and backward abysm of time.
*Alt. ...And in the Silent tears that haunt the soul
or lost to time
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Outside these deafened ears and buried ruins of time.*
*Alt, insert: And through a Twin-light, So grew her Waking Soul!
*Alt. Outside this opaque drivel and circus of time!*
*Alt. Outside this dark and backward abysm of time.
*Alt. ...And in the Silent tears that haunt the soul
or lost to time
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In endless arrays of tense-filled moments -
In a twin-light where grew her waking soul
Rose the Ideal from the beatings of her heart
Rose the Ideal from the beatings of her heart
..And the dreams now but the distant light
Of barely visible or blackened stars!
Of barely visible or blackened stars!
And there suddenly dancing upon the faintest glow*
Through the folds of a Vast Inane,
A Mind of pure desire --
A Mind of pure desire --
Dancing upon the syllables of New-Found Speech...
Rhythmically mounting and chanting in bodiless breadth
The Tale of her forgotten Soul!
.
..Where the Cries across the banks and shoals of time
Are Felt in these intimately passed spaces
Are Felt in these intimately passed spaces
In the timeless breadth of Images unspoken
In the evanescent shapes and forms that vanish upon waking
Intuited by the light of an Inner Sun!
In the evanescent shapes and forms that vanish upon waking
Intuited by the light of an Inner Sun!
And there suddenly dancing in syllables unspoken
In the tenebrous sea of crowded amber and indigo shores
In the limned skies of an opalescent dawn
The whispering of tales instantly recalled or reborn.
*Alt. The recalled time fallen memories and musings of her heart
*Alt. The huge chasm of her lyric heart
[Shining through a prism of light*
Or a nebulae of scattered dust
Recalled by the Instant touch!]
*Alt. Indexed for a game of ball or sudden and curious introspection.
*Alt. And there suddenly dancing upon the softness of liquidinous light
(*Under a mutually held light of a common sun
*Under a mutually illumined light of a commonly held sun.
*By a faintly recalled and palpably fallen mist.
*Into a deep silent certitude of One.*In the mutually traveled light basked in the glow of a single Sun)Alt. * In the sylvan entranced sorceries of the flight of the Bee
And innumerable fancy of each worker Ant
*Alt. tedious crawl of the Caterpillars.
*Alt. Within the spell and grandeur of newly minted butterfly wings; Alt. 2 , newly adrift. alt 3, alit
*Alt. 4 Spun in their spell and grandeur of newly flown Butterfly wings
*Alt.5 Silently adrift ....In far or near alit butterfly wings.
*Mayfair [Maypole]
Alt. 1 recalled and counted faces...Alt. 2 the infrequently traveled or many recalled faces and nimbus facesAlt. In their sediment turned trails...
Alt. Intranced and spun in their newly alit Butterfly wings!*
Alt. Playing; shone...through a prism of light
Alt. The infrequented traveled antipodes
Or a nebulae of scattered dust
Recalled by the Instant touch!]
*Alt. Indexed for a game of ball or sudden and curious introspection.
*Alt. And there suddenly dancing upon the softness of liquidinous light
(*Under a mutually held light of a common sun
*Under a mutually illumined light of a commonly held sun.
*By a faintly recalled and palpably fallen mist.
*Into a deep silent certitude of One.*In the mutually traveled light basked in the glow of a single Sun)Alt. * In the sylvan entranced sorceries of the flight of the Bee
And innumerable fancy of each worker Ant
*Alt. tedious crawl of the Caterpillars.
*Alt. Within the spell and grandeur of newly minted butterfly wings; Alt. 2 , newly adrift. alt 3, alit
*Alt. 4 Spun in their spell and grandeur of newly flown Butterfly wings
*Alt.5 Silently adrift ....In far or near alit butterfly wings.
*Mayfair [Maypole]
Alt. 1 recalled and counted faces...Alt. 2 the infrequently traveled or many recalled faces and nimbus facesAlt. In their sediment turned trails...
Alt. Intranced and spun in their newly alit Butterfly wings!*
Alt. Playing; shone...through a prism of light
Alt. The infrequented traveled antipodes
Alt. The infrequented traveled precipice
Alt. In the complex shapes, spaces and forms that vanish upon waking
Alt...Where lips need not the passage of time, Recorded in the heart (from his to hers and back again) -Prior to Thought and the Utterance of Speech_
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Alt. In the complex shapes, spaces and forms that vanish upon waking
Alt...Where lips need not the passage of time, Recorded in the heart (from his to hers and back again) -Prior to Thought and the Utterance of Speech_
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Thus began to emerge upon these symbol shores in time the voice of an "I" in the ready!
All planes of the Spoken-and-Unspoken
[All emissaries who mission down the timeless memories of unspoken truths]
Read in the cryptic script under the indigo lamps in the Library of the Unseen
Now turned to dust upon the flex that does dance and float
In the passing, subtle and rarefied Air
Or in the pellucid air of lucid dreams
Of palpably touched or evanescent beams!
Of palpably touched or evanescent beams!
The Divine Ideal found an Unknown door by which to enter
As a few earth-entranced cells spinning the embodied Cry of
Speechless Journey
...And wonders of eternity's dreams began marching in time's reflection.
Speechless Journey
...And wonders of eternity's dreams began marching in time's reflection.
And then he was born:
Out of the Heart of Inner Intent
Out of the circular wands of a Divine delight
Strumming the lyre of Unborn Love
And capturing the Audiences of Infinity
In his Silent muse and cherubic Smile.*
The Earth's memory quaked in thunderous sound
-- The Joy of its Creator Soul!
A little boy of Innocent delight peered out with eyes
Too big for Heaven -- Too small for time
But so Sung from the fabric of all In-Between
A Divine and Naked Truth!
(And there in the luminescent haze and furthest distance and purview of time)
...Wonders of eternity's dreams began to flow from the streams of Timeless reflection!
...And wonders of eternity's dreams slipped into a new dawn of time's reflection!
And wonders of eternity's dreams began to form hitherto in the twilight mist
..Along the banks and shores of some lost reverie or Inner reflection!
(...And wonders of eternity's dreams began to form in the twilight mist*Along the banks and dunes of her wandered shores of Inner reflection!)
Along the banks and shores of some secret or lost reverie)
Alt. Of the most entranced* of gods
Alt. And wonders of eternity's dreams began marching in time's reflection
Alt ...And wonders of eternity's dreams began to breathe, to pause, in time's reflection...
Alt. (Along these banks and shores of her Playful and Inner reflection
The calls of an Unknown and yearning heart*
Was joined beneath the golden vines and breath of her Soul
By the timeless and kindred dew-fallen tears of a distant Playmate's
By the timeless and kindred dew-fallen tears of a distant Playmate's
Awakening cells' desire for a new birth and a walk in time!)
..And wonders of eternity's dreams began marching in time's reflection!*
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..And wonders of eternity's dreams began marching in time's reflection!*
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As the Light of the New Born sparkles in the Christening
robes
of its unfurled flesh,
robes
of its unfurled flesh,
So this little one gathered the Memories of each
Passing Thought, and from his Inner Web of held Beauty
Began to explore the heroic epics others missed!
From within the sheaths of his Lotus throne
From within the pristine scent of redolent earth
And marveling upon the new canopy above
And expanses of figures and forms below
Began to blossom,
A Thousand Petaled Bloom-
Of new and conscious light*
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Passing Thought, and from his Inner Web of held Beauty
Began to explore the heroic epics others missed!
From within the sheaths of his Lotus throne
From within the pristine scent of redolent earth
And marveling upon the new canopy above
And expanses of figures and forms below
Began to blossom,
A Thousand Petaled Bloom-
Of new and conscious light*
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Summoning from the Soul of his deathless Adventures
He came anew, in the thrilled Air of a Timeless Joy!
And Whirling in his sleep -- through the Emerald Green
He flew out of the Mind of the All -
While Delighting in the Eyes of a Child.
And Playing through the fields of his fancy
The Mind of One looked out upon the Children of two
Thrilling in the roar of the Deathless Chant
Playing in time the saga of timeless pursuit
And paving enchanted roads of jeweled-laid ecstasies
Where the Silent few would follow.
All Multitudinous Sounds passed through the virgin ears
of others,
Yet he delighted in their love, loving their loving delight
of him;
Yet the greater mystery of his path would remain a mystery for his
Eyes alone.
The Sounds of many beckoned - from his heart to his Soul
But he had long gone ---
Now in the secret plane ---
In the Treasured Light of a new child.
He needed not respond ---
The Burden of his brood...no longer his own
But as a Child of endless Curious and loving intent,
Looked up in wonder and reveled in Joy
At those formulating spirals swirled above his Soul
And Giggled as a changeling in Time's new robe!
The Multi-drawn diagrams of his Inner Palm was a Play-ground
Of a different kind!
- And in those days there was no marked distinction of
Soul Delight!
All interplay was a Single Embrace, a rippled sea of Joyous Intent!
He came anew, in the thrilled Air of a Timeless Joy!
And Whirling in his sleep -- through the Emerald Green
He flew out of the Mind of the All -
While Delighting in the Eyes of a Child.
And Playing through the fields of his fancy
The Mind of One looked out upon the Children of two
Thrilling in the roar of the Deathless Chant
Playing in time the saga of timeless pursuit
And paving enchanted roads of jeweled-laid ecstasies
Where the Silent few would follow.
All Multitudinous Sounds passed through the virgin ears
of others,
Yet he delighted in their love, loving their loving delight
of him;
Yet the greater mystery of his path would remain a mystery for his
Eyes alone.
The Sounds of many beckoned - from his heart to his Soul
But he had long gone ---
Now in the secret plane ---
In the Treasured Light of a new child.
He needed not respond ---
The Burden of his brood...no longer his own
But as a Child of endless Curious and loving intent,
Looked up in wonder and reveled in Joy
At those formulating spirals swirled above his Soul
And Giggled as a changeling in Time's new robe!
The Multi-drawn diagrams of his Inner Palm was a Play-ground
Of a different kind!
- And in those days there was no marked distinction of
Soul Delight!
All interplay was a Single Embrace, a rippled sea of Joyous Intent!
Each Dawn a radiant spectacle
Of Ageless Voices cast in Vibrant Gold
Where Morning flowers rejoiced and the heart sang anew
From the Anciently woven Eyes of unfettered Vision.
Summoning from the Soul of his deathless adventures, he came anew
In the thrilled Air of a Timeless Joy;
And whirling in his sleep-through the Emerald Green
He flew out of the Mind of the All,
While delighting in the Eyes of a Child.
Thrilling in the roar of the Deathless Chant,
Playing in time the saga of timeless pursuit
And paving enchanted roads of Jeweled-laid Ecstasies
...Where the Silent few would follow.
Alt.From the ashen soil and newly formed memories
In the multitudinous wonders of
A new conscious and invisible light *
Alt. Thus began to emerge upon these symbol shores of light the voice of an "I" in the ready!
Alt. And then "IT" was BornIn the multitudinous wonders of
A new conscious and invisible light *
Alt. Thus began to emerge upon these symbol shores of light the voice of an "I" in the ready!
Out of the Heart of Inner Intent
Out of the Circular Wand her Divine Delight
Strumming the Etruscan Lyre of Unknown Love
And capturing the Audiences of Infinity in a single Smile!
Out of the Circular Wand her Divine Delight
Strumming the Etruscan Lyre of Unknown Love
And capturing the Audiences of Infinity in a single Smile!
Out of the Heart of an Inner Intent
Out of the circular wands of a Divine delight
Strumming an Etruscan lyre of a timeless Love
And capturing the attention of the most intranced* of gods
In his Silent muse and cherubic Smile.
Alt. And in the glory of his Inner Heart
Alt. Thereto began to blossom a thousand-petaled bloom of Conscious Light
Alt. sylvan buried and long forgotten Memories of inverted and invisible Light!*
Alt. Thereto began to blossom a thousand-petaled bloom of Conscious Light
Alt. sylvan buried and long forgotten Memories of inverted and invisible Light!*
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But even amongst the most noblest of gods a silent tear will begin to form if none to come to join-in or rescue his passing sense of delight and play in time...
But even amongst the most noblest of gods a silent tear will begin to form if none to come to join-in or rescue his passing sense of delight and play in time...
All Knowledge radiantly arrayed,
Wealth Extraordinaire!
All worlds spun through an axis of unassailed bliss;
Wealth Extraordinaire!
All worlds spun through an axis of unassailed bliss;
But alas could neither rescue nor withdraw Time's demand
A Solitaire cry from ineffable heights began plunging
A Bodiless mass of Unspeakable face through a hole in Hell;
Where the Proctor's thumb spells existence and the Dreamer's
Flight befalls Illusion.
And there among the time drawn fields
A lurid Mass waiting in the corridors of a pale sun!
Stirring in the rounds of their time worn habits and tugging at
The Body of Wings now withdrawn from visible reach!
The illumined enchanted Air of magical mystery and divine grace
Had all but vanished amidst the beckoning calls for
Precisely measured tones and monotone walks...
Where the Proctor's thumb spells existence and the Dreamer's
Flight befalls Illusion.
And there among the time drawn fields
A lurid Mass waiting in the corridors of a pale sun!
Stirring in the rounds of their time worn habits and tugging at
The Body of Wings now withdrawn from visible reach!
The illumined enchanted Air of magical mystery and divine grace
Had all but vanished amidst the beckoning calls for
Precisely measured tones and monotone walks...
Encroaching stymied visions and hurried along breaths
A dearth of Wonder and Tale at each and every moment
And a newly entangled face Alone and adrift in
The preformed web of well-meaning but Living Dead!
The caretakers would continue to wrench his Soul
A dearth of Wonder and Tale at each and every moment
And a newly entangled face Alone and adrift in
The preformed web of well-meaning but Living Dead!
The caretakers would continue to wrench his Soul
From dreams of impeccable ecstasy.
..Where words replace what was once silently known and shared
In One..as One
In the mysterious Air and magical grace
In the mysterious Air and magical grace
Amidst the subtle splendors of Unknown tongues
..And in the glint reflected to and fro,
A myriad myriad of eyes in the preverbal dawn..
A myriad myriad of eyes in the preverbal dawn..
The survivor of an Unknown world
Adrift in the multi-fragrant Summer evening Air
That suddenly thrills the heart with re-membered sense*
Of Symbols and Memories from afar...
..And an ancient creaturehood bliss that beckons the soul to
Draw its breath anew!
Upon this soil the flight of new feet!
And the soft sensitive-dream like eyes
Wandering as a Child of eternity.
*Alt. befalls Illusion.
*Alt. That thrills the heart*Alt. That suddenly thrills the heart with familiar sense
Of Symbols and Memories from afar
*Alt. Guided by the compass of a new morning star;
Under the light of a new morning star; Under the glow
and in the smile of a new morning star.*radiant glow
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Now a carte-blanche prison
Bound, sealed, impenetrable to the Light of Heaven or
The Song of Earth.
The curious self-delighting changeling
Now a misfit of double worlds
Born from Heaven but not yet ready for Earth's unlit eyes!
The Divine Ecstasy seemed a supreme call in a vast Inane
Inextricably immured within the donned robe of the "child."
He could no longer freely roam amidst those peaks
He once gloriously rode as hero supreme.
Neither with sense of certitude nor with breadth of delight
Could he bid his intimate friends au fond adieu
By his flight through Inner back to morning awakened eyes
In the surviving artistry of his palm of wonder
In the recently born plateaus of his passing delight*
..And the familiar faces, figures and forms
Of freshly minted dreams.
His newly wandered waking fields alight with memories from afar
The multi-fragrant blossoms amidst myriads of dense cricket songs
And Summer early eves
Began to ineffably split from his Inner eye of Knowing
And be tethered to days of angst-shored memories
Or the soon to be imprisoned faded colors
Of a guarded and furtive sleep!
That suddenly thrills the heart with re-membered sense*
Of Symbols and Memories from afar...
..And an ancient creaturehood bliss that beckons the soul to
Draw its breath anew!
Upon this soil the flight of new feet!
And the soft sensitive-dream like eyes
Wandering as a Child of eternity.
*Alt. befalls Illusion.
*Alt. That thrills the heart*Alt. That suddenly thrills the heart with familiar sense
Of Symbols and Memories from afar
*Alt. Guided by the compass of a new morning star;
Under the light of a new morning star; Under the glow
and in the smile of a new morning star.*radiant glow
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Now a carte-blanche prison
Bound, sealed, impenetrable to the Light of Heaven or
The Song of Earth.
The curious self-delighting changeling
Now a misfit of double worlds
Born from Heaven but not yet ready for Earth's unlit eyes!
The Divine Ecstasy seemed a supreme call in a vast Inane
Inextricably immured within the donned robe of the "child."
He could no longer freely roam amidst those peaks
He once gloriously rode as hero supreme.
Neither with sense of certitude nor with breadth of delight
Could he bid his intimate friends au fond adieu
By his flight through Inner back to morning awakened eyes
In the surviving artistry of his palm of wonder
In the recently born plateaus of his passing delight*
..And the familiar faces, figures and forms
Of freshly minted dreams.
His newly wandered waking fields alight with memories from afar
The multi-fragrant blossoms amidst myriads of dense cricket songs
And Summer early eves
Began to ineffably split from his Inner eye of Knowing
And be tethered to days of angst-shored memories
Or the soon to be imprisoned faded colors
Of a guarded and furtive sleep!
A poor exchange from his new-wonderland
By rise of flight or fancy he once roamed
From the ethereal or dream-hued air*
To the sanctity of his new budding dawn.
Now razed of either beauty or Imagination's subtle thrills!*
Paths shrouded in Despair
Permitting neither song nor sound nor whimper of breath; a vale of tears
Stripped of all pleasure, delight or simple thread of Meaning*
- Which once mused between and bridged the pauses of higher-illumined
and Inner vision*
Now a prisoner guarding his bauble
Now a prisoner guarding his bauble
For the "tender years."
(alt. The newly wandered panoply of daisy-scented morning fields
(alt. The newly wandered panoply of daisy-scented morning fields
And rose-scented Summer early eves
Began to ineffably split from his Inner eye of Knowing)
Alt. Subtle-lined air
Alt. A ramshackle artifice purged
Alt.Stripped of all sound or vestigial threads
Of either pleasure, delight or simple thread of meaning
Alt...Which builds the pauses and holds together
The silently illumined planes of Inner vision
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The tread before him.. paths towards an intensified rising and
Spiraling horror.
A compromised soul forever in want of a single touch
Or passing heart-felt glance
A warmth sought but never found;
The voiceless and contorted pleas echoing and re-echoing..
In the unreprieved dumb and fatuous stares down the gelid corridors of time
Where silently and with belabored breath there breathes...
The lonely cries and terror of a newly abandoned soul!
Love was not from a heart of pure intent
But from the distorted and bastardized forms and terror of tailored response
Generations a million-fold sleeping through a nescient haze!
Or in the utterance* of new syllables
..In vanishing glimpses
Or in the far distant corners of a higher illumined sleep
Or through a pregnant pause and curious and subtle reflection!
"..The Soul is but a violin that opens and smiles from the heart!"
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*Alt. 1) With curious and wistful eyes rapidly withdrawn. 2) withdrawing.*Alt. Now a far flung or vanquished dream.*Alt. Sometimes glimpsed but rarefied moments of ephemeral sleep: *Alt. subtle amber and golden light*Alt. And hear the muse that often speak in rarefied moments of an illuminated but evanescent sleep:*Alt. And the evanescent memories of a higher divine sleep.
..Across the suddenly illumined continents of violet peace
Or the intimately recalled trodden fields
In the unheard screams of a not once seen
Or a forlorn* and battered* Soul.
The Song of the hero found not the earth upon which to roam
Nor a Heart by which to soar
- The Ancient Horizons which once Housed his wonder
And spoke his Name by which he came!
But through a virgin and unexplored expanse*
- In a faintly heard muttered or silent prayer,
In the lonely call and cry of a little one -
*1 Alt. In the raze or vanquished spirit of a disembodied soul.
2 Alt. In the vanquished spirit of a forsaken and forlorn Soul.
That kindles the Inner light of worlds
[Softly bemused, he answered]
"I but seek one of simple demure,
..Shrouded in the dawning of the earth's first breath
And crowned with the midnight cry of the loon!
Under cerulean blue, sapphire, pink and amber canopy lit skies
In a Garden of Ageless child Joy!
..That have been born, vanished
And reborn from the beginning of time!
Behold these ever shifting subtle hues of light
And the call of these passing strangely chilled
Olfactory dreamed
Or distantly remembered Winds!
Alt. insert next to last verse:
Alt. afield (yonder)Alt. dream-intranced branches
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And offer to the highest embodiment of Bliss
A simple Yes!"
Began to ineffably split from his Inner eye of Knowing)
Alt. Subtle-lined air
Alt. A ramshackle artifice purged
Alt.Stripped of all sound or vestigial threads
Of either pleasure, delight or simple thread of meaning
Alt...Which builds the pauses and holds together
The silently illumined planes of Inner vision
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The tread before him.. paths towards an intensified rising and
Spiraling horror.
A compromised soul forever in want of a single touch
Or passing heart-felt glance
A warmth sought but never found;
The voiceless and contorted pleas echoing and re-echoing..
In the unreprieved dumb and fatuous stares down the gelid corridors of time
Where silently and with belabored breath there breathes...
The lonely cries and terror of a newly abandoned soul!
Love was not from a heart of pure intent
But from the distorted and bastardized forms and terror of tailored response
Generations a million-fold sleeping through a nescient haze!
A pass me-down paralysis, assembling torch-bearers of a blind lot:
The Silent unheard Cries indexed* into the Book of the Living Dead..
And the inverted or engulfing shadows rabidly crowding in the aisles
Of the Darkened and blackened Fields
Of a long, lost and soulless time!
- The once radiant eye of a cherished look in a timeless heart
Now a far flung vapid dream
And in the drama of circumcised Intent
- In the circumcised cries of a knowing soul! -
With curious sylvan eyes rapidly withdrawn*
Head bowed and hope but a distant or faded star
They stood dumbly amidst the play and delight of
"Those thoughts that wander through eternity."
(Multiplying their mass ten million fold in the untapped streams
Beyond the carapace of opaque or dense form or vapid speech!)
As they so fatuously gathered in their moribund caverns
- Of staid routines, inchoate lives and the cacophony of sallow and
Of a long, lost and soulless time!
- The once radiant eye of a cherished look in a timeless heart
Now a far flung vapid dream
And in the drama of circumcised Intent
- In the circumcised cries of a knowing soul! -
With curious sylvan eyes rapidly withdrawn*
Head bowed and hope but a distant or faded star
They stood dumbly amidst the play and delight of
"Those thoughts that wander through eternity."
(Multiplying their mass ten million fold in the untapped streams
Beyond the carapace of opaque or dense form or vapid speech!)
As they so fatuously gathered in their moribund caverns
- Of staid routines, inchoate lives and the cacophony of sallow and
Fragmented thoughts -
Dared not behold, lest a hand cup their Inner ear
And finger touch their sanguine cheek
And hear the muses
And hear the muses
That on rare occasion speak*
In different visagesOr in the utterance* of new syllables
..In vanishing glimpses
Or in the far distant corners of a higher illumined sleep
Or through a pregnant pause and curious and subtle reflection!
"..The Soul is but a violin that opens and smiles from the heart!"
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*Alt. 1) With curious and wistful eyes rapidly withdrawn. 2) withdrawing.*Alt. Now a far flung or vanquished dream.*Alt. Sometimes glimpsed but rarefied moments of ephemeral sleep: *Alt. subtle amber and golden light*Alt. And hear the muse that often speak in rarefied moments of an illuminated but evanescent sleep:*Alt. And the evanescent memories of a higher divine sleep.
*Alt. procession of syllables.*
*Alt. new found syllables
*Alt. The ambient crimson and golden light of Summer distant Winds
*Alt. Summer captured Winds
*Alt. [Or amidst the midnight fragrant purple roses,
*Alt. (optional verse)
*Alt. In different visages or in an utterance* of new syllables*Alt. [Or amidst the midnight fragrant purple roses,
Chrysanthemums and tulip fields,
Alt. that not unoft stir and apotheosizes the flesh ;*Alt. (optional verse)
..Across the suddenly illumined continents of violet peace
Or the intimately recalled trodden fields
Under the ambient twilight and golden-lit skies
And the faintly evening opiate of Summer distant Winds!*
.Alt. That sometimes stirs the soul and tickles the flesh.
*Alt. Or in the library of inverted and invisible spaces.
(from "Poems", L's poem written to me, "Inverted invisible spaces between
images phrases and places.....)
Alt. memory of soul
Alt. Emerged form the thicker cloud of dreaming and symbol to answer.
Alt II. From the entranced and symbol gathering emerged to answer:
And the faintly evening opiate of Summer distant Winds!*
.Alt. That sometimes stirs the soul and tickles the flesh.
*Alt. Or in the library of inverted and invisible spaces.
(from "Poems", L's poem written to me, "Inverted invisible spaces between
images phrases and places.....)
Alt. memory of soul
Alt. Emerged form the thicker cloud of dreaming and symbol to answer.
Alt II. From the entranced and symbol gathering emerged to answer:
(And not unoften stirs, tickles and delights the flesh)
..Moon-lit continents of violet peace
*alt. lain fields
*alt. ..In the dim twilight of fading emerald and golden-pink skies
And warmly fragrant and tranquil Summer eves!
Alt. Etched from the inverted and invisible spaces*
Alt. Subtly dreamt axis
Alt. Drawn from his compagnon's instantly recalled dream glyphs
Alt. With curious or quiescent phalanxes of familiar surrounding eyes*
And solar plexus' in pregnant pause of rapt attentive thrills recorded in Syllables felt...
Clearly spoken, but in foreign tongue not understood.
Alt. A translation softly besought
Alt. Or the recalled thoughts of silently-frequented and curious reflection
Across a distant star they came alt. (The pleas, the unmet calls, of the little one)alt.
(for he who had once lived and delighted naturally in that abode!)
Leaped across the shadowed-spaces of a stunned or naked vision
Rained a myriad warmth of golden points of Light
The suddenly recalled and half-prescient or lucent memories
Of a more conscient and awakened Sleep!*
Paused upon the indivisible brink of worlds
They spoke,
Across an etherically poised or subtly dreamt axis,
Where All is known and All is forgotten
In the silent or pregnant pauses heard in moments of songe
Scripted upon his compangnon's dream fare
Weightless or floated Symbol libraries to and fro
Beneath our entranced and daily linear lives
(Acquaintances slipping like fallen leaves from Memories
Lit by the candles of other lives)
The solar plexus in pregnant pause rising in rapt and attentive thrill
To the un-uttered syllables seen behind time's obscure door
Or denser fields of felt and Knowing vision
Summoning the cells by their clearly spoken syllables
But alas in foreign tongue not understood...
A translation softly pleaded
In an instant smile and subtle flash
A translation from within was given
A little pygmy boy
From the thinly veiled somnambulist procession
In transposed or separate symbol
Bourne from the timeless emerged:
..."I am from the tribe Hawari.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The subtle densitude of higher recalled and symbolic memories
Or the shifting Winds of higher and remembered Light
Held by the cherubic dalliance of play and precocious gaze
Now, in the wake a terribly shy and wistful boy...
And the grandeur of his dreams but a Shadow of his former self
In the oppressive and burning heat
In the sentimental yearnings of a sullen heart.
And in the parched, scorched and crumbled earth
To the falling sands below
All moments began to stream
In vertiginous torment and horror
In the daily destitute and impoverished home of a torn and shattered Fancy!*
..Moon-lit continents of violet peace
*alt. lain fields
*alt. ..In the dim twilight of fading emerald and golden-pink skies
And warmly fragrant and tranquil Summer eves!
Alt. Etched from the inverted and invisible spaces*
Alt. Subtly dreamt axis
Alt. Drawn from his compagnon's instantly recalled dream glyphs
Alt. With curious or quiescent phalanxes of familiar surrounding eyes*
And solar plexus' in pregnant pause of rapt attentive thrills recorded in Syllables felt...
Clearly spoken, but in foreign tongue not understood.
Alt. A translation softly besought
Alt. Or the recalled thoughts of silently-frequented and curious reflection
Across a distant star they came alt. (The pleas, the unmet calls, of the little one)alt.
(for he who had once lived and delighted naturally in that abode!)
Leaped across the shadowed-spaces of a stunned or naked vision
Rained a myriad warmth of golden points of Light
Brooked neither space or affixed to Time's door
Enveloped the soul across an Inner expanse of sky
Enveloped the soul across an Inner expanse of sky
The suddenly recalled and half-prescient or lucent memories
Of a more conscient and awakened Sleep!*
Paused upon the indivisible brink of worlds
They spoke,
Across an etherically poised or subtly dreamt axis,
Where All is known and All is forgotten
In the silent or pregnant pauses heard in moments of songe
Scripted upon his compangnon's dream fare
Weightless or floated Symbol libraries to and fro
Beneath our entranced and daily linear lives
(Acquaintances slipping like fallen leaves from Memories
Lit by the candles of other lives)
The solar plexus in pregnant pause rising in rapt and attentive thrill
To the un-uttered syllables seen behind time's obscure door
Or denser fields of felt and Knowing vision
Summoning the cells by their clearly spoken syllables
But alas in foreign tongue not understood...
A translation softly pleaded
In an instant smile and subtle flash
A translation from within was given
A little pygmy boy
From the thinly veiled somnambulist procession
In transposed or separate symbol
Bourne from the timeless emerged:
..."I am from the tribe Hawari.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The subtle densitude of higher recalled and symbolic memories
Or the shifting Winds of higher and remembered Light
Held by the cherubic dalliance of play and precocious gaze
Now, in the wake a terribly shy and wistful boy...
And the grandeur of his dreams but a Shadow of his former self
In the oppressive and burning heat
In the sentimental yearnings of a sullen heart.
And in the parched, scorched and crumbled earth
To the falling sands below
All moments began to stream
In vertiginous torment and horror
In the daily destitute and impoverished home of a torn and shattered Fancy!*
In the unheard screams of a not once seen
Or a forlorn* and battered* Soul.
The Song of the hero found not the earth upon which to roam
Nor a Heart by which to soar
- The Ancient Horizons which once Housed his wonder
And spoke his Name by which he came!
But through a virgin and unexplored expanse*
- In a faintly heard muttered or silent prayer,
In the lonely call and cry of a little one -
Perhaps thereto blossomed a greater light
For himself and all those who slept.*
*To the falling sands below
*Alt. In the destitute home of an Impoverished Fancy.
*Alt. tortured
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Still his heart sank in the immanent gloom
In the twang of a Double Horror,
Where sounds were but a trickle and the touch a timorous plea
Veiling a Silent, Omniscient and Infinite thrill!
The schools to which he was brought would not utter the wisdom
Of Joy - the timeless pursuit of spaceless wonder he so lovingly
Yet desperately held:
He who could articulate in a single sound
The Dance of a billion worlds with his innocent eyes
- Or simple and unadorned smile *
The Speaker who summons the Intent*
That forms the Symbols illuminated from within the Shadows
And the cape of time*...
For himself and all those who slept.*
*To the falling sands below
*Alt. In the destitute home of an Impoverished Fancy.
*Alt. tortured
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Still his heart sank in the immanent gloom
In the twang of a Double Horror,
Where sounds were but a trickle and the touch a timorous plea
Veiling a Silent, Omniscient and Infinite thrill!
The schools to which he was brought would not utter the wisdom
Of Joy - the timeless pursuit of spaceless wonder he so lovingly
Yet desperately held:
He who could articulate in a single sound
The Dance of a billion worlds with his innocent eyes
- Or simple and unadorned smile *
The Speaker who summons the Intent*
That forms the Symbols illuminated from within the Shadows
And the cape of time*...
Now clinging to an ever-vanishing space
In the momentary truth-flash
Of Dreams transcendent thrills!*
In the momentary truth-flash
Of Dreams transcendent thrills!*
*1 Alt. In the raze or vanquished spirit of a disembodied soul.
2 Alt. In the vanquished spirit of a forsaken and forlorn Soul.
3 Alt. Forgotten
*Alt. But through a virgin and unexplored darkened expanse.
*Alt. Perhaps willingly preforsaken to blossom a greater light in that dark and backward abysm of time.
* Alt. Relentless
*Alt. In innocent eyes or simple passing smile.
*Alt. Of a soul-formed time. *Upon the carapace of time.
*Alt. Perhaps willingly preforsaken to blossom a greater light in that dark and backward abysm of time.
* Alt. Relentless
*Alt. In innocent eyes or simple passing smile.
*Alt. Of a soul-formed time. *Upon the carapace of time.
* Alt. Heart.
*Alt. 3 And out-of-body thrills!
*Alt. 2 Momentary truth-flash of dreams transcendent thrills
*Alt. 1. Of dreams now lost or suddenly recalled transcendent thrills!*Alt. In the momentary truth-flash of dreams now lost
Of dreams now recalled
..In the evening sylvan twilight
And the call of the last song bird's perched
Bemused, fallen or transcendent thrills___________________________________________________________
II.
From the Agonizing clutches to a Symbol home void of Light,
Where Pain and Fear become the new Children's Mates
A Silent and Single Prayer reaches through the Entranced and
Frozen Air of Terror!
A Seedling fallen in the agonizing Cry for far greater a Song
Not yet marred by the descending faces of an adult Hardened Mass
A pure and utter Scream resounds through the newly settled Air
Forming from its stark and naked want - an all ensouling vision of
A Forgotten Lover's touch!
In a Light untarnished by the day's turn he heard a faint voice:
Or dreams suddenly recalled transcendent thrills.** In the momentary trut-flash of dreams' last transcendent thrills.**
* Of dreams now lost,Of dreams now recalled
..In the evening sylvan twilight
And the call of the last song bird's perched
Bemused, fallen or transcendent thrills___________________________________________________________
II.
From the Agonizing clutches to a Symbol home void of Light,
Where Pain and Fear become the new Children's Mates
A Silent and Single Prayer reaches through the Entranced and
Frozen Air of Terror!
A Seedling fallen in the agonizing Cry for far greater a Song
Not yet marred by the descending faces of an adult Hardened Mass
A pure and utter Scream resounds through the newly settled Air
Forming from its stark and naked want - an all ensouling vision of
A Forgotten Lover's touch!
In a Light untarnished by the day's turn he heard a faint voice:
Stirring in the depths of inmost Fire
..Slip down into a space of quietude
Of his stilling heart and rapt-mind
And rise in a singular and ecstasied thrill
That kindles the Inner light of worlds
- And muses upon his face and forms upon his lips
A simple and prescient smile!*
"Release thy bonds of Ignorance, and fly-free from these encumbered
Finite chains which paralyses thy soul or blinds thy paths
Finite chains which paralyses thy soul or blinds thy paths
Of resplendent dreams or higher but suppressed and buried vision!
To be mired in the terror and trauma and unassuageable lost
..Of your heart razed from your soul
Is not the final chapter of your walk across these paths in time!"
[Softly bemused, he answered]
"I but seek one of simple demure,
Written upon the cells of my flesh
And these Cries that go unheard in time!
A Singer in the waking light of the coming dawn
Alighted with the first flap of Wings perched upon dream-embossomed branches*
Spreading her love in the budding emerald sylvan Spring -
And the myriads of voices in the unhewned paths of her virgin thicket
..Shrouded in the dawning of the earth's first breath
And crowned with the midnight cry of the loon!
..And the autumnal shifting Winds
With its flashing aesthetic delight
And the migrant march of butterfly wings
And the migrant march of butterfly wings
And the victorious cries of the Birds of prey perusing the forest floor below!
Under cerulean blue, sapphire, pink and amber canopy lit skies
Blossoming all hymns through a Golden rain of Wonder
In a Garden of Ageless child Joy!
She speaks to me in the Cry of the crickets
The swaying of the tulips
The dancing of the bees
And in the lamentations of the stars
..That have been born, vanished
And reborn from the beginning of time!
And in these future syllables that I now conceive as a child
..And now give voice to as a Man..
In the ever changing names, faces and forms
That frequent these mysteried Shores
That frequent these mysteried Shores
..And occasionally muse or linger aloft
Behold these ever shifting subtle hues of light
And the call of these passing strangely chilled
Olfactory dreamed
Or distantly remembered Winds!
The flash-point of brilliantly recalled memories
That all too quickly turn to dust
Until they are either seen or heard no more!
..Or newly set a yonder
The myriad myriad of creatures
The myriad myriad of creatures
In the ancient corporeal forests
In the agonizing and beatific Cries
Of our once lost but not forgotten dreams!
Alt. And the autumnal dancing play
Alt. And (with) the call of (these passing) distant or sublime (strange) Winds:
..But even these tears that fell unheard within the hearts
Of (our) unvoiced sorrow
Can neither drown nor bind these Winds that faithfully return
Alt. insert next to last verse: And pause) in the (fragrant) budding hope and celestial prayer of newly (minted) Leaves!
Alt. afield (yonder)Alt. dream-intranced branches
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The Prayer continued its ascent,
(Winding then caught then winding once again past the dark and tenebrous womb)
(Winding then caught then winding once again past the dark and tenebrous womb)
Forming from its stark and naked want and passion of its Cry
The co-authored syllabus of new memories
Inscripted upon the journeys of their soul
And their cells' silent yearning!
Inscripted upon the journeys of their soul
And their cells' silent yearning!
Thereupon which to pause or rest, perchance to sleep
And replenish their hearts anew!
And in those moments of still and silent or forgotten and lost memories of sleep
And replenish their hearts anew!
And in those moments of still and silent or forgotten and lost memories of sleep
Where thought ceases to struggle or simply breathes
Through an Unknown door and gathering force of Inner Intent,
Or in a tender embrace of an Ineffable Light's Speechless Desire,
Out of the askance of a subtle gaze..moved a bit closer
Two worlds lit by a common Sun!*
Or in a tender embrace of an Ineffable Light's Speechless Desire,
Out of the askance of a subtle gaze..moved a bit closer
Two worlds lit by a common Sun!*
(Appeared the Twin-Lit Sentinels in the High Mused Tower of Brilliant yet Silent watch.)*And in those moment of deep, forgotten or lost hours of sleep
*Through an unknown rise of Inner Intent*Or a fusion of the Ineffable's Speechless Desire.
*Alt. The two worlds lit by a common sun in the predawn hour.
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Spanning the rows prior time and beauty's delight
Across the mass formed below
And in the Impeccable space of timeless truth
Where all is dreamed and made possible.
Lifting the veil - peering in the cherished rooms
Where the children sat, played and wandered;
A magnet drew of no Earthly might ever seen
As the the two in Speechless breath caught a new blossoming nerve
And rose in a single instant --
All Streams of Earth Born Desire!
*Through an unknown rise of Inner Intent*Or a fusion of the Ineffable's Speechless Desire.
*Alt. The two worlds lit by a common sun in the predawn hour.
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Spanning the rows prior time and beauty's delight
Across the mass formed below
And in the Impeccable space of timeless truth
Where all is dreamed and made possible.
Lifting the veil - peering in the cherished rooms
Where the children sat, played and wandered;
A magnet drew of no Earthly might ever seen
As the the two in Speechless breath caught a new blossoming nerve
And rose in a single instant --
All Streams of Earth Born Desire!
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III.
With vociferous Spirit of a sweeping prescient vision
And with centuries of multifarious tongue
...And with the softness and clarity of gaze
To all creatures above and below..and to his beloved he spoke:
"Neither Forsaken nor Forlorn...For I am always...
If Hell this be...I am here to proclaim the Heavens from Darkness'
Home of mocked held Light!
I am here to give Voice to that which has no Form
And unfurl all Beauty of Form from that which has no Voice."
Alt 1 With rare equanimous Spirit and golden tongue he spoke:
Alt 2 And with centuries of unified tongue and equanimous gaze he spoke:
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Piercing the Crystalline Air with Deathless Song,
Sung from the many formed faces of Time's Arisen Soul,
Streamed to the ascent of each ventured call,
All voices began to draw to their Sun-Lit Home
Of Divine and Secret Splendor.
Before a plunge of wordless truth laid the Two,
As unity rang and visions amassed
In still and Silent Speed...
From Bliss sown Field to Bliss sown Field:
Yet Heavens Dreams would still hold at bay
Upon the massing shores of earth born fears!
But through a supremely parted and Inner surge of Silent Sound
Revealed in the mist of the early sylvan dawn,
A wealth of untouched, hidden or virgin plateaus;
And trembling in the Voiceless Winds of dire anguish
But stretched in the Golden Calm of Bodiless Ideal
The Supreme sojourners came before an alter of
A Conscious choice in time.
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Alone in the Silence, before the Mind of Dreams and the Wake of time
Triumph and woe rose...then vanished like a thief running through the
Itinerant Soul...
As the Two worlds lovingly entwined on the Invisible thread of
Timeless truth,
Reading by the lamp of undying love, the walk of each other's steps in
Time!
In the Seed which grew Ten-Thousand Faces of the One
They thrilled once again in each other's call to Heroic self
Convexing the private roads of a glorious liberty
While piercing the heart of highest Joy:
"I am but One
But I am the Pain of Many;
It is not in Hell or Heaven for us alone,
But for the masses of Infinity which we are.
We are One
But by the cry of a single "I"
We climb through the perilous entrenchments of Insurmountable
Peaks.*
From Ecstatic thrill to Ecstatic thrill...
The I and the Many
And the One or the None,
Each step we take worlds form of Joy or Pain!
Though I cannot Know...
The Maps of Infinity somehow Speak-form through Love...
In the circular rounds of our countless lives
I now break all barriers of Sound and Vision
...And offer to thee a Single Kiss.
Ten Thousand years before
Ten-Thousand years after,
I STILL DO NO NOT KNOW who this "I" may be?!
But to its Sun of all pregnant truthIII.
With vociferous Spirit of a sweeping prescient vision
And with centuries of multifarious tongue
...And with the softness and clarity of gaze
To all creatures above and below..and to his beloved he spoke:
"Neither Forsaken nor Forlorn...For I am always...
If Hell this be...I am here to proclaim the Heavens from Darkness'
Home of mocked held Light!
I am here to give Voice to that which has no Form
And unfurl all Beauty of Form from that which has no Voice."
Alt 1 With rare equanimous Spirit and golden tongue he spoke:
Alt 2 And with centuries of unified tongue and equanimous gaze he spoke:
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Piercing the Crystalline Air with Deathless Song,
Sung from the many formed faces of Time's Arisen Soul,
Streamed to the ascent of each ventured call,
All voices began to draw to their Sun-Lit Home
Of Divine and Secret Splendor.
Before a plunge of wordless truth laid the Two,
As unity rang and visions amassed
In still and Silent Speed...
From Bliss sown Field to Bliss sown Field:
Yet Heavens Dreams would still hold at bay
Upon the massing shores of earth born fears!
But through a supremely parted and Inner surge of Silent Sound
Revealed in the mist of the early sylvan dawn,
A wealth of untouched, hidden or virgin plateaus;
And trembling in the Voiceless Winds of dire anguish
But stretched in the Golden Calm of Bodiless Ideal
The Supreme sojourners came before an alter of
A Conscious choice in time.
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Alone in the Silence, before the Mind of Dreams and the Wake of time
Triumph and woe rose...then vanished like a thief running through the
Itinerant Soul...
As the Two worlds lovingly entwined on the Invisible thread of
Timeless truth,
Reading by the lamp of undying love, the walk of each other's steps in
Time!
In the Seed which grew Ten-Thousand Faces of the One
They thrilled once again in each other's call to Heroic self
Convexing the private roads of a glorious liberty
While piercing the heart of highest Joy:
"I am but One
But I am the Pain of Many;
It is not in Hell or Heaven for us alone,
But for the masses of Infinity which we are.
We are One
But by the cry of a single "I"
We climb through the perilous entrenchments of Insurmountable
Peaks.*
From Ecstatic thrill to Ecstatic thrill...
The I and the Many
And the One or the None,
Each step we take worlds form of Joy or Pain!
Though I cannot Know...
The Maps of Infinity somehow Speak-form through Love...
In the circular rounds of our countless lives
I now break all barriers of Sound and Vision
...And offer to thee a Single Kiss.
Ten Thousand years before
Ten-Thousand years after,
I STILL DO NO NOT KNOW who this "I" may be?!
I stoke the heart of each flame
In the unfolding glory of each vision's trail
And offer to the highest embodiment of Bliss
A simple Yes!"
*Of an Endless Dark
*But in the Darkness of All Sought-after Truth
*But to it's Sun of All Pregnant Truth. [But to its Star]
*But to it's Sun of All Pregnant Truth. [But to its Star]
*But to its inner Sun, lost or pregnant with all sought-after truths
*Cast deep with the Shadows of all hidden, lost or sought-after-truths
* But in our heroic journeys across these paths and vistas of time*
* But to our journeys across all these brilliantly sublime
Or battered and bruised paths in time
*And in our Timeless journeys of all-sought after truth
*But to our heroic journeys across these paths and planes of time and from tears beyond our touch or fallen from hearts yet to be born...*
*But to the light of all sought-after truth
- And from these shores beyond our touch
*And from tears beyond our touch or fallen from time*
*Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentum mortalia tangunt... comes to mind as I compose this line.
* unhewn forest of paths.
*But to its light of sought after Truth
All Dreams now gathered
In the stretchless and timeless effulgency at time's door
Thereupon the alter of Supreme choice transconvened all horizons
Out of the ictus of an unknown kind.
[That which has known the Mold of Man
Has been but one line drawn from the Inner Hand.]
In the Heart of the Sun lies a form untouched!
Alive by its Inner gaze of Silent Truth and Inner Sound
Ever-building through the Houses of Time,
Steps towards all Divine and unbounded Plays:
An ever-slow but steady infusion,
Rising from the Soul to the Mind of Man,
Forming all patterns of Sound through a Multi-colored raiment
Of a Silent, still and omnipotent hush
To be Joyously had and SUNG from Lips Earth one day will Form.
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"Shatter thy House of Mental Glass and Fly through the roar of all
Joyous Selves: The Entity is but pablum, for selves which now need
To stand alone!"
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All Faces of Infinity and Beyond now amassed at a single point
In utterly rapt and anticipated stare
At the trembling and wailing cries (inculcated in the lair)
Of the most Ancient Ones
Now barred and orphaned from the House of their Soul,
Brought to the Courtyard of Stark and Naked Fear,
In the Embalming Womb of Mire and Filth,
Where all dissolves or becomes defunct
There now to Greet the Soul's Eye!
In a last dirge of Hell's clasp on Heaven's Joy
A final reunion with no holes barred.
Summoning the Light of the Heroic
They threw-up but the encrusted Fears
Brewing from the Heart of the Pit of all Terror.
All Dreams of Ecstasy began to dissolve...receding like a comet
As their agonizing moans echoed through Hell:
A Contract signed prior to the advent of time and utterance of Thought
By the eldest Children in their Center Strung Library of Lyrical Bliss,
Known as the House of Neshua and the Emerald Garland Mansion,
Where Dances the Light of Myrian.
Walking through cracks unknown to Joy
Mental Force now faced its most Perilous Day:
Cast out into barren fields from its Womb of Inner Light...
On some last marge of a most glorious rising Sun,
Neither form to enter nor death to vanish to,
Caught in some ultimate streak of hell's most rampant fears;
Beaten and wrung through endless arrays of hermetically
Sealed Houses;
On the Road known as the Road to the gait of No-Place;
Its stores from which to draw were now but distant embers
Of setting Suns in Idealized Time:
Its resources vanishing upon points of a triple-toned tension
But at those points of utter despair would lie the Key
And the unified passage to the Secret of the Whole!
***********************End of Book II************************************
- And from these shores beyond our touch
*And from tears beyond our touch or fallen from time*
*Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentum mortalia tangunt... comes to mind as I compose this line.
* unhewn forest of paths.
*But to its light of sought after Truth
- And from these tears beyond our mortal touch
And in the play of lives
Through the unhewn forested paths*
And streams below
..And in the scripts of stars yet to be born
________________________________________________________And in the play of lives
Through the unhewn forested paths*
And streams below
..And in the scripts of stars yet to be born
All Dreams now gathered
In the stretchless and timeless effulgency at time's door
Thereupon the alter of Supreme choice transconvened all horizons
Out of the ictus of an unknown kind.
[That which has known the Mold of Man
Has been but one line drawn from the Inner Hand.]
In the Heart of the Sun lies a form untouched!
Alive by its Inner gaze of Silent Truth and Inner Sound
Ever-building through the Houses of Time,
Steps towards all Divine and unbounded Plays:
An ever-slow but steady infusion,
Rising from the Soul to the Mind of Man,
Forming all patterns of Sound through a Multi-colored raiment
Of a Silent, still and omnipotent hush
To be Joyously had and SUNG from Lips Earth one day will Form.
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"Shatter thy House of Mental Glass and Fly through the roar of all
Joyous Selves: The Entity is but pablum, for selves which now need
To stand alone!"
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All Faces of Infinity and Beyond now amassed at a single point
In utterly rapt and anticipated stare
At the trembling and wailing cries (inculcated in the lair)
Of the most Ancient Ones
Now barred and orphaned from the House of their Soul,
Brought to the Courtyard of Stark and Naked Fear,
In the Embalming Womb of Mire and Filth,
Where all dissolves or becomes defunct
There now to Greet the Soul's Eye!
In a last dirge of Hell's clasp on Heaven's Joy
A final reunion with no holes barred.
Summoning the Light of the Heroic
They threw-up but the encrusted Fears
Brewing from the Heart of the Pit of all Terror.
All Dreams of Ecstasy began to dissolve...receding like a comet
As their agonizing moans echoed through Hell:
A Contract signed prior to the advent of time and utterance of Thought
By the eldest Children in their Center Strung Library of Lyrical Bliss,
Known as the House of Neshua and the Emerald Garland Mansion,
Where Dances the Light of Myrian.
Walking through cracks unknown to Joy
Mental Force now faced its most Perilous Day:
Cast out into barren fields from its Womb of Inner Light...
On some last marge of a most glorious rising Sun,
Neither form to enter nor death to vanish to,
Caught in some ultimate streak of hell's most rampant fears;
Beaten and wrung through endless arrays of hermetically
Sealed Houses;
On the Road known as the Road to the gait of No-Place;
Its stores from which to draw were now but distant embers
Of setting Suns in Idealized Time:
Its resources vanishing upon points of a triple-toned tension
But at those points of utter despair would lie the Key
And the unified passage to the Secret of the Whole!
***********************End of Book II************************************
